Hustler Musik – English Lyrics

• By: Lil Wayne

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Hit me

Right in the sternum this time, T-baby

****, you already know, you already know

You already know, ****, ****

This that hustler musik

Young Weezy got that ****ing hustler music

So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, ****

Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one

I'ma paint the city red with this one

I'm ahead with this one, see you ****ing with the boy

Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just

That persistence, with that commitment, if I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight

I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne

And if the kid ain't right, then let me die on this song

See I be riding, just riding alone

With my daddy on my mind, like, "You gotta be kidding"

How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king

Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me

That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the ****ing

So I be, who I be, that's me

That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the ****ing…

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eating, so, nigga, why the **** is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge, if money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No I won't budge, no, Lord

Money is the motivation, facing the avenue

Back touching the wall, got the ****, got the gun

Got to run when I hear the bird call:(Brrrr!)

****

Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off

You know me, they call me Birdman Junior

(Ah-ahh)

Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it

Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in

I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in

Bulletproof, leave a ****er with a bullet-roo

Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth

I'm like, "What it do, what it do."

There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two

If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second

Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing

I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing

I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, ************, yeah!

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eating, so, nigga, why the **** is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No I won't budge, no, Lord

I ain't never killed nobody, I promise

And I promise if you try me, he gon'have to rewind this track

And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!

That boy"ll lay flat, so flat

That act is what I perform amongst you haters

Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating

Black Peter Pan, fly' til I die, what you saying?

Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in

Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba

Streets reply I look right in a four-seater

You know I be out here, right in a four-seater

Top floor of the Four Seasons

Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up

And look I got some

And only one know how to bag, ****er bundle you

See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up

We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eating, so, ****ers, why the **** is you trippin'?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No I won't budge, no, Lord

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eating, so, ****ers, why the **** is you trippin'?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No I won't budge, no, Lord

Man, man, this be that hustler musik

Young Weezy got that ********ing hustler musik y'all

So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all

I'm asking y'all, please, please

Young Weezy got that hustler musik

Young Weezy got that ********ing hustler musik

Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah

It's trill **** man, it's real talk man

It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

Ayy, it's real **** man, it's real talk boy

It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go

I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is

Better guard your kids, guard your face

Better guard your body, we warned the place

We here! **** ****ers! It's Young Money, ****ers