[Intro]
Hit mG#me
F#Right in the sternum this time, T-baby
ShitC#m, you already know, you already knowG#m
You already know, damnG#m, shit
This that hustler muF#sik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler muC#msic
So ride to it y'all, vibe G#mto it y'all, damn
[Verse 1]
GodG#mdamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this F#one
I'ma paint the city red with this one
I'm aC#mhead with this one, see you fucking with the boy
Who tote G#mtoys way before Christmas, no assistance, just
G#mThat persistence, with that commitment, ifF#
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonighC#mt
I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the tG#mhrone
And if the kid ain't right, then let me die on this G#msong
See I be riding, just riding alone
With my F#daddy on my mind, like, "You gotta be kidding"
How the C#mhell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?
Sometimes I G#mwanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
Shall G#mbe, so I be, who I be, that's me
That's F#Weezy F Baby, and please say the mothafuckin
C#mSo I be, who I be, that's me
That's G#mWeezy F Baby, and please say the mothafuckin...
[Hook]
G#mBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#Doing what I gotta do for me and you
And we C#meating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you G#mtripping?
I'm taking these chances
My G#mhead to the sky, my feet on the ground
My F#fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then C#mI won't budge, won't budge
No G#mI won't budge, no, Lord
[Verse 2]
G#mMoney is the motivation, facing the avenue
F#Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun
Got to C#mrun when I hear the bird call: (Brrrr!) Damn
G#mHop in that thing and merk off, swerve off
You know G#mme, they call me Birdman Junior (Ah-ahh)
Anybody's F#murderer if Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of the C#mOpera, all black, guap tent, locked in
G#mI can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in
G#mBulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof
F#Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth
C#mI'm like, "What it do, what it do"
There's a G#mfull court pressure, I'm just going for the two
If I'm G#mopen for the three, I'ma take it in a second
Even F#if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing
C#mI don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing
I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!
[Hook]
G#mBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#Doing what I gotta do for me and you
And we C#meating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you G#mtripping?
I'm taking these chances
My G#mhead to the sky, my feet on the ground
My F#fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then C#mI won't budge, won't budge
No G#mI won't budge, no, Lord
[Verse 3]
G#mI ain't never killed nobody, I promise
And I F#promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this trC#mack
And make me go back, that thing'll go G#mrrrat!
That boy'll lay flat, so flat
That G#mact is what I perform amongst you haters
Got F#Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating
Black C#mPeter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?
Bathing G#mApe, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in
Got me G#mfeeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba
F#Streets reply I look right in a four-seater
C#mYou know I be out here, right in a four-seater
Top G#mfloor of the Four Seasons
Four of them whores and they G#mall know how to cook it up
And look I got some
F#And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
C#mSee, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up
G#mWe ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up
[Hook]
G#mBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#Doing what I gotta do for me and you
And we C#meating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you G#mtripping?
I'm taking these chances
My G#mhead to the sky, my feet on the ground
My F#fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then C#mI won't budge, won't budge
No G#mI won't budge, no, Lord
G#mBaby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#Doing what I gotta do for me and you
And we C#meating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you G#mtripping?
I'm taking these chances
My G#mhead to the sky, my feet on the ground
My F#fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then C#mI won't budge, won't budge
No G#mI won't budge, no, Lord
[Outro]
G#mMan, man, this be that hustler muF#sik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler muC#msik y'all
So ride to it y'all, and vibe G#mto it y'all
I'm asking y'all, please, G#mplease
Young Weezy got that hustler musik
Young F#Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik
Ride C#mto it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe G#mto it y'all, chyeah, chyeah
G#mIt's trill shit man, it's real talk man
F#It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
AyyC#m, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy
G#mIt's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
I ain't G#mbragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go
I ain't F#bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is
Better C#mguard your kids, guard your face
Better G#mguard your body, we warned the place
We G#mhere! Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga