Hustlers Paradise Lyrics

Yeah
All right
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Look
Let's raise our drinks and raise our cups and do this shit for Takeoff
Put your favorite rapper in the kitchen with me bake off
There go to Magic City girls
They about to have a shake off
That 2016 Dominus, let's dust the grapes off

Soon as I hit the door a nigga ran into Nipsey
What's happening with the hood, my nigga did you miss me
He said he loved me, ain't never leave it, gotta trick me
I said I ain't staying here long, they come to get me

The westside deep nigga Pac up in this bitch
Even Slim from 400, tree top up in this bitch
Dope boy Cash Out, yeah, this one here for Rock
White paint, black strip, tan seats, drop the top

Cartier wood frames, I do that shit for Trouble
If you think got some haters nigga, know they hate me double
And I'm still screaming street nigga, yeah, this one for Fresh
Told me going live forever, he just need a little rest

See me, I learn the hard way nigga, that's why I'm teaching
I went to hell and met the devil nigga, that's why I'm preaching
Fuck these nigga, these bitches get paper
Raise your kids, get papers, buy acres

Pour up all the Caymans, let us raise a glass for Quan
Pop Smoke in this bitch, he blowing smoke just like the Don
I'm talking hate, just so much hate it drive a nigga crazy
And why them nigga in 4th Ward go and kill that baby

And Trump said some shit the other day, that nigga...
Sometime I like escape the luxury to keep from crying
With all the riches and these bitches with my pain
And is these nigga riding if ever lose my fame

See me, I learn the hard way nigga, that's why I'm teaching
I went to hell and met the devil nigga, that's why I'm preaching
Fuck these niggas, these bitches get paper
Raise your kids, get papers, buy acres

I had to put that fork in that water while it's hot
That's why I be looking cool when your boy on that yacht
Mo money, mo problems
Got that Coogi on for Biggie

Wednesdays and Thursday, double up on the Iggy
Can lose your life, do ten to life, this shit is not a game
Don't fuck around, ain't in the way, you suggest you do the same
Tonight you know we celebrate life on red wine
I miss you, Shake, I love you, Shake
I know it's bed time

I went from having nightmares about that fed time
Now you ain't gotta wonder nigga, you know it's bread time
The Bible, it can help you with your soul, that's if you read it
Just know your boy can help you with the stove, that's if you need it

I'm talking so many acres, I ain't got no neighbors
Yeah, I'm talking peace of mind
God gave me some favors

See me, I learn the hard way nigga, that's why I'm teaching
I went to hell and met the devil nigga, that's why I'm preaching
Fuck these niggas, these bitches get paper
Raise your kids, get papers, buy acres