Lil' Wayne - Hustlin Lyrics

Yeah, now what it do you know it's Weezy F. the fuckin boss
inside that Phantom bitch so big I prolly get lost
how bout that exhaust, and my funky cold medina
I make that hoe tip toe like a ballerina
I'm the ~Miami fever~, in that ~Miami Heat~
I been in Miami water, I'm like a ~Florida Marlin~
But I come from New Orleans nigga we still strong
and my money real long, real real real long
and this my thirteenth year, bitch I'm still goin'
so my money real long, real real real long
Nigga that steel on, red beam safety y'all
Murder scene tape it off, red rum, tomato sauce
niggaz say they paper boys, but bitch I be wit caper boys
I say we be burnin bodies, we dont be burnin cars
and I got a bitch wit me, call her "Miss Without Drawers"
When I'm at the bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdraws"

If you want it I'ma bring it let Diana Ross sing it
I'ma pull it I'ma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin'
I be weighin a block up wit that Rick Ross bangin'
If you try me I reverse ya, now you Kriss Kross swangin' yeah
Whip soft top seats off leather feet prop
Heat cocked, somethin on my neck look like a peacock
you need not, talk that street hop to me Ak' cause we bought
Like thousand dollar bottles of that Chris Rock
bitch stop trippin' I been hot, when not
I been threw away what they just got
and niggaz talk shit but when I see em they lips lock
bitch bop, know I got that ooo wop griplock, get shot
bitch I bet I'm hustlin' when ya nigga not
Bigger appetite, bigger pot, EAT

Call it what you want, but baby just dont call the cops
let em chase that drop, I'ma chase that guap
yeah, race track jacket wit the race track loc's
yeah all black Maserati taste that smoke
I'ma crack that egg open, beat that yolk
Let it soak let it soak watch it come back broke yeah
then I hit the streets up and talk that talk
let it float let it float, never come back broke, naw
run that shit, I'm cash money's bread and butter no sugar
bring me all the beef, I'm the motherfuckin' pressure cooker
Yeah, yeah, I could change the weather for ya
lose ya ass, the neighbors tell em that they never saw ya
close ya mouth it'd be better for ya
all that snitchin like the cops got a medal for ya
I'ma hustler, got work hoes and metal for ya
when ya think ya ready I'll be ready for ya, bitch Yeah WEEZY
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Lil' Wayne Hustlin Comments
  1. Dommy dagreat

    2020 bitch

  2. Travis Jerome

    This was one of the Hardest Mix tapes ever God I miss this Wayne an the way he used to spit an the bars he would put out

  3. Alexis Ciera


  4. Uriel Aguirre

    2019 fall😈😈😈

  5. Kevin Brown

    All that’s snitching like the cops got a medal for ya

  6. Regina Burns

    My brother coming home he can come to my house. .

  7. DomPlaysPS4

    I got a bitch wit me, call her ‘Ms without drawers’ and I’m at the bank you can call me Mr withdrawals ...........

  8. rob82992


  9. Nathan Boolin

    13 years ago today 🔥🔥🔥🔥

  10. Josh Murphy

    Still more 🔥 🔥 🔥 than anything 2018. Hopefully we get more of this lit shit in 2019! 🔥

  11. bob marley

    “N I got that dome head she call me moe Ryah”

  12. Lloyd Smith

    married one day?

  13. Lloyd Smith

    gears pro coming soon gamertag million 987

  14. Lloyd Smith

    cubano bread now

  15. Lloyd Smith

    i want a pf girl?

  16. Craig Weston

    Here n 2018

  17. Jason Timmons

    Takes me back a couple years

  18. Tiger Woods


    Tarshawn Thompson

    Velintino Dixon is my right hand man

  19. KyaIRL

    I make these hoes tiptoe like a ballerina

  20. Richard Doe

    kids these days will never know how fucking fire Wayne was back in the day!!!!!

    joe blow

    Richard Doe really doe