Pimps N Hustlers (Feat. Luh Tyler)

Whoa-oh-oh (gang in this thang)
Sippin' champagne on the plane (what? Whoa-oh)
'Bout to roll up a new strain (whoa-oh)
Make a new chain (whoa-oh)

Uh, matter of fact
I didn't even know that you get down like that
Me and your girl findin' out at the same time
Soon as I'm done, she can have you right back

Take a hit of this Kush and relax, throw these racks
We could be at my place in 'bout 35 flat
Tellin' me we a perfect match
Then don't say nothin' in the mornin', 'cause she don't fall for the trap

Bumpin' into a real nigga wasn't on your path
Usually keep to yourself, you rollin' up and laughin'
You ain't wanna choose up, but now you in my lap
You wanna leave with the boss, you are what you attract
She said it ain't nothin' wrong just that I came correct (came correct)
Do what I want ain't no disrespect, I'm just a young nigga with a bigger check

And this is for the players, pimps, and the hustlers
Pimps and the hustlers
And this is for the players, pimps, and the hustlers
Pimps and the hustlers
And this is for the players, pimps, and the hustlers (Skii)
For the pimps and the hustlers (yeah)
And this is for the players, pimps, and the hustlers (for the pimps and the hustlers)

I'm a real hustler, pockets full of blues (blues)
Turn your L's into lessons, you can't never lose (never lose)
Talk your girl out her pants, Tyler, real smooth (smooth)
Man, I swear I need my bands up there with the roof (with the roof)

Got a phone full of hos, I'm a real player (player)
Nigga, I'ma get this money, fuck them bitches later (on God)
Mr. Skii got all the sauce, he got all the flavor (Skii)
We was starvin' 'til I put some mills on the table (said I put some mills on the table)

Said the money was gon' change me, but it never did (yeah)
Tyler ran his bands up, now he gettin' rich (I'm gettin' rich)
No time for no games, man, it's time to handle biz
You get rich, niggas change up, that just how it is (that's how it is)

'Fore I started rappin', niggas say I wouldn't be shit (what?)
Now I'm in the booth, smokin' big blunts with Wiz (I'm geeked)
Skii was dreamin' for this life, now it's really his (it's really his)
Mama told me run 'em bands up, so I did (so I did, nigga, yeah, ay)

And this is for the players, pimps, and the hustlers
Pimps and the hustlers (yeah, ay)
And this is for the players, pimps, and the hustlers
Pimps and the hustlers (yeah, ay)
And this is for the players, pimps, and the hustlers
For the pimps and the hustlers
And this is for the players, pimps, and the hustlers (yeah, ay)