Hustler Musik

     G#m
Hit me
F#
  Right in the sternum this time, 
T-baby
    C#m                            
Shit, you already know, you already
     G#m
 know
                      G#m
You already know, damn, shit
                    F#
This that hustler musik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking 
          C#m
hustler music
                          G#m
So ride to it y'all, vibe to it 
y'all, damn


[Verse 1]
   G#m                             
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in 
                 F#
his head with this one

I'ma paint the city red with this 
one
     C#m
I'm ahead with this one, see you 
fucking with the boy
         G#m
Who tote toys way before Christmas, 
no assistance, just
G#m                         
  That persistence, with that 
                F#
commitment, if
I don't get it, somebody gon' die 
      C#m
tonight
I know my vibe is tight, and I 
             G#m
deserve the throne
And if the kid ain't right, then let
                G#m
 me die on this song

See I be riding, just riding alone
        F#
With my daddy on my mind, like, "You
 gotta be kidding"
        C#m
How the hell you ain't here to see 
your prince do his thing?
            G#m
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no
 emotions from a king
      G#m
Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's 
me
       F#
That's Weezy F Baby, and please say 
the mothafuckin
C#m
  So I be, who I be, that's me
       G#m
That's Weezy F Baby, and please say 
the mothafuckin...


[Hook]
G#m
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just 
out here
F#
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
       C#m                       
And we eating, so, bitch, why the 
             G#m
fuck is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances
   G#m
My head to the sky, my feet on the 
ground
   F#
My fingers to the judge, if the 
money don't move
     C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
   G#m
No I won't budge, no, Lord


[Verse 2]
G#m
Money is the motivation, facing the 
avenue
F#
Back touching the wall, got the 
weed, got the gun
       C#m
Got to run when I hear the bird 
call: (Brrrr!) Damn
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G#m
  Hop in that thing and merk off, 
swerve off
         G#m
You know me, they call me Birdman 
Junior (Ah-ahh)
          F#
Anybody's murderer if Birdman 
sponsor it
               C#m
Phantom of the Opera, all black, 
guap tent, locked in
G#m
I can let them shots out, you can't 
get no shots in
G#m
  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a 
bullet-roof
F#
Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they 
call him bullet-tooth
C#m
  I'm like, "What it do, what it do"
          G#m
There's a full court pressure, I'm 
just going for the two
       G#m
If I'm open for the three, I'ma take
 it in a second
     F#
Even if there's one second, I'ma 
make it, it's nothing
C#m
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, motherfucker, yeah!


[Hook]
G#m
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just 
out here
F#
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
       C#m                       
And we eating, so, bitch, why the 
             G#m
fuck is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances
   G#m
My head to the sky, my feet on the 
ground
   F#
My fingers to the judge, if the 
money don't move
     C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
   G#m
No I won't budge, no, Lord


[Verse 3]
G#m
I ain't never killed nobody, I 
promise
      F#                           
And I promise if you try me, he 
                        C#m
gon' have to rewind this track
And make me go back, that thing'll 
   G#m
go rrrat!

That boy'll lay flat, so flat
     G#m
That act is what I perform amongst 
you haters
    F#
Got Nina in my palm, and I'm 
masturbating
      C#m
Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, 
what you saying?
        G#m
Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I 
stay in
       G#m
Got me feeling like Scarface, light 
the Cohiba
F#
Streets reply I look right in a 
four-seater
C#m
You know I be out here, right in a 
four-seater
    G#m
Top floor of the Four Seasons
                             G#m
Four of them whores and they all 
know how to cook it up

And look I got some
F#
  And only one know how to bag, 
bitch bundle up
C#m
  See, it's a cold world, so homie 
bundle up
G#m
We ain't on this grind for nothing, 
now get your hustle up


[Hook]
G#m
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just 
out here
F#
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
       C#m                       
And we eating, so, bitch, why the 
             G#m
fuck is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances
   G#m
My head to the sky, my feet on the 
ground
   F#
My fingers to the judge, if the 
money don't move
     C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
   G#m
No I won't budge, no, Lord
G#m
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just 
out here
F#
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
       C#m                       
And we eating, so, bitch, why the 
             G#m
fuck is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances
   G#m
My head to the sky, my feet on the 
ground
   F#
My fingers to the judge, if the 
money don't move
     C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
   G#m
No I won't budge, no, Lord


[Otro]
G#m                            
  Man, man, this be that hustler 
    F#
musik
Young Weezy got that motherfucking 
          C#m
hustler musik y'all
                              G#m
So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it 
y'all
                          G#m
I'm asking y'all, please, please

Young Weezy got that hustler musik
      F#
Young Weezy got that motherfucking 
hustler musik
     C#m                           
Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all,
      G#m
 vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah
G#m
  It's trill shit man, it's real 
talk man
F#
  It's how we do it, how we did it, 
how we done it
   C#m
Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real 
talk boy
G#m
  It's how we do it, how we did it, 
how we done it
        G#m
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, 
it's the way it go
        F#
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, 
that's the way it is
       C#m
Better guard your kids, guard your 
face
       G#m
Better guard your body, we warned 
the place
   G#m
We here! Fuck bitches! It's Young 
Money, nigga