Now you kno Betsy had a hustla no if buts or maybes
Plus Peter made'em virgo a labor day baby
Get money on the daily everywhere the game is fair play
Country come up hustla trap dat house off on da prairie
You know from where we come 912 dem boy dey ready
Hustle til da sun up tear da sun down count confetti
Everyday gade day I swey dem boy dey fool up
Pull up take a pause hit a money make maneuver
My nation standin tall men to kings kings to rulers
You waitin on our fall you da world biggest loser!!
Chorus
I kno you haters trippin you hate it when you see ah
Real Live Hustla
You haters wanna be us
The woman wanna cuff us
All we do is tear da sheets up
Dem people tryin to fuck us
Dey cant stop us nigga eat up
Verse 2
All my southeast beast fully focused and famished
All my real live hustlas wit consistency standards
From da bottom of da bag to multi million advances
I kno all my haters mad but happily give you answers
Boy don't come take dem chances look hard or take glances
Like a dam dumb dere round tigers and panthers
Betta find you some manners before da shit hit da canvass
You goin end up in pampers in custody of yo parents
And if dat don't do damage we goin really get mannish
Gotta black gold pole known da break up a marriage
Boy stop wit da madness for dis shit get to savage
We ain worrin bout dem chern we earn da status of lavish!
YESSAH!!
Chorus Repeat
