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The Billionaire Boys Club Tape

Show You How To Hustle

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(Holla back)
I'm goin' for it now
(Holla back)
Yes sir
(Holla back)
Hey, yo

In the heart of a re-up,
it's somthin' like a G up
MCA fingering that B up
or that C up
Fiends creep up
with their flesh
lookin' beat up
And my tennis ball is stuffed
with enough work to fill
a tea cup

He opened up his jacket
I opened up my packet
He pulled out his money
I'm pullin' out that honey

He stuff it
in his stem soon as
he took it from me
Yellow teeth chaffed lips
and his nose is runny
He lit that shit,
he hit that quick as
if I was high
I asked him
where them bricks at shit

He smiled as
if he was payin' homage
He said in the back
of the apartment
Where they be selling ganja

But beware of the AK held
by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high
in them bottoms
or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga
take another hit
We ran up in that crib
with them Uzis and them Sigs

Give up the work or
we tyin' up the kids
Did I get that work,
what you think? Yes I did
I didn't actually that
wasn't true and
If you aspire to hustle,
that's a how to, to you

This that shit make you
wanna hustle
Carry square guns shootin'
metal with muffles
Trunk full of cash
with a couple of duffles
So we can sip wine
and eat a bundle of truffles

We gonna show you
how to hustle
(Holla back)
So you can style
all these sneakers
(Holla back)

So you can style
all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style
all these sneakers
(well, follow this)

It's incredible
how I etch my plans out
To be physically subtle
and financially stand out
You should see me stick that
big S on my anso
And literally call destructure
so no one can touch ya

Teenage girls'll love ya
and models wanna fuck ya
Ice cream ya way
on to somebody's magazine cover
So much money that
the lid threatens eruption and
The bank says
you don't have to call
like you're Usher

And I ain't kill or
sell drugs to nobody
But I know niggas that
kill and stretch work
like pilates
Nigga the crack
house was literally
right beside me
When them fiends hit that
shit they kicked
just like karate

We named one Bruce lie,
one slim Kelly
Who issued too much
quicker than Luis rank
and M belly
Yeah, I escaped
but there's nothing
you can tell me
'Cause thought I paper chase,
my memories won't fail me

This that shit make you
wanna hustle
Carry square guns shootin'
metal with muffles
Trunk full of cash
with a couple of duffles
So we can sip wine
and eat a bundle of truffles

We gonna show you
how to hustle
(Holla back)
So you can style
all these sneakers
(Holla back)

So you can style
all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style
all these sneakers
(Well, follow this)

In the hood, wake up
to the hammer noise
Sound like the work of my jerks
the swagger boys
Pull up and them
eyes wide open, stack of toys
If your girl want to leave
with us that's her choice

The feelin' throbbin'
I got it and poppin' phenomanal
Nigga signed a million dollar
cheque with his pyjamas on
Film it like a porno
no need to re-word it
Nigga the enzo just came
and I ain't have to jerk it

Yeah, niggas you heard it
the perversion of stars
I guess if I go in my garage,
it'd be a menage
Niggas can't hate
on this like summer in '84
When we high off potato chips

New cript and Florida were
the soul core corridors
Yes them babies mine,
fuck I need to go on my reefa
Rewire my brain,
aspire to attain, tell Jacob
Light on the platinum,
keep the fire in the chain

Yikes I mean ice
on the motherfucker gleam
I guess if my ice is fire,
it leave you niggas stinged
See there's you there's me
and there's between
If you remove the between,
you see I achievin' you dreams

This that shit make you
wanna hustle
Carry square guns shootin'
metal with muffles
Trunk full of cash
with a couple of duffles
So we can sip wine
and eat a bundle of truffles

We gonna show you
how to hustle
(Holla back)
So you can style
all these sneakers
(Holla back)

So you can style
all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style
all these sneakers
(Well, follow this)

Yo, uh, huh, yes sir
Turn everything up some more
The drums you know,
the music and shit