Owhh, my love waterin' roses Hustlas grindin' hard I hit the top level when I sprayed the stars Oh, mmm Lil' homies only dream 'bout fuckin' r&b bitch Nah, I'm hustla hard, Yeah I'm stupid rich Play my track, lay back, in my Maybach Watch shinin' While I'm clutchin' my chrome strap The mama's boy no talent just scribbled on paper The dreamer stopped dreamin' When summertime wake up (Yeah) Damn, I flipped arab jewels into a stack of paper Even that punk blast me like fake old playa Yeah check my shoes You know? Check my New York hat Muhfucka, I come-up an' droppin' lines like that Mothafucka! Owhh, my love waterin' roses Hustlas grindin' hard I hit the top level when I sprayed the stars Owhh, my love waterin' roses Hustlas grindin' hard I hit the top level when I sprayed the stars Oh, mmm Corporate card, Yeah I'm on my own Industry sleepin' ignore my song I'ma mothafuckin' hustla Yeah I'm gettin' grubbed Man, done gunnin' on me, but I stay thugged (Yeah) Night been ice-cold, take note Don't you ever point a gun on me My homie pulled a burner on your homie You feel me on what went down My homie shot ya homie Okay, this ain't 'bout no money treasure It's 'bout holdin' the spot And survivin' all that pressure (All that pressure) Owhh, my love waterin' roses Hustlas grindin' hard I hit the top level when I sprayed the stars Owhh, my love waterin' roses Hustlas grindin' hard I hit the top level when I sprayed the stars Oh, mmm