Get your mother fucking paper up And quit hating on otha niggers, man! Y'all niggers is crazy out here, man! Why you niggers be out here with that bullshit? You already know I’m gonna be at, The mother fucking bank!
Chorus: (x2) Real hustlers don’t sleep, we takin naps Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bought up like.. Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase And you haters getting lapped
Hood Nigga But A Good Dude Good Nigga But A Hood Dude Chik You Dont Know What i Been Through So You Don’t Know What I Could Do They’re hating on me, they talk down They talk threats that’s good news! Orange Yellow Raf Zimons Them Rick Owens is good shoes Getting paid, I’m in the good mood Old school, Slabs In It Real 24 Karats In It , Courtesy Of My Black Dentist Trill bitch, Ad libing , that’s what I call eloquence! I’m Gettin Brain She sucking dick Thats what I call intelligence Tell a fella, Tell a Gent, tell a friend, Then Tell a Friend All I fuck is lesbians Fuck Her Till She Celibate White Bitches Love Taylor Swift , Tell a bitch I’m hella Swift Hustling every day With My Twin and Juicy J!
Chorus: (x2) Real hustlers don’t sleep, we take a nap Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like.. Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase And you haters getting lapped
Hi guys, what’s up bitch My name is Purrp I’m fucking your bitch, and I made her Squirt I’m going to be rich, as I put in work She’s all on my dick, as I make her Squirt Yo Moind will get hurt, My lyrics murda, niggas wit triggers, and find them in dirt! Man, I like to flirt, Im all in her skirts I smash it, and pass it, and watch that bitch twerk One day, one day, you know I’m going to become a God of the fucking country Do What you want to See Gunplay
Chorus: (x2) Real hustlers don’t sleep, we take a nap Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like.. Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase And you haters getting lapped
You’re not getting money, man You’re already tired ..in my private jet, bitch I’m getting fly Juicy J the boss, ain’t no way I’m getting fired I’m on too much shit to name ain’t no way I’m getting high Let’s go! I’ve been chasing money, since a young ni**a from Memphis I see dead presidents, I think I got six senses. Yeah, we’re on the money trend, you just write the vengeance On the purple and the yellow, call it Barney and the Simpsons. Out in Taiwan smoking ching chang chong roll it in a cigarillo, chief it in a bong. Ask me what I’m doing, getting high and count money (KA CHING) And I’m counting all day cause the money keep coming!
Chorus: (x2) Real hustlers don’t sleep, we take a nap Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like.. Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase And you haters getting lapped