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)