Verse 1: PETER SPITTIN
All this money on me i feel like a rapper
So many fuckin phones on me i feel like a trapper
Smokin pack thats really stinky like a crapper
Yeah bitch im gassed up i feel like a brapper
Stole my grandmas fuckin percs and i slapped her
I just killed a white man i dropped that cracker
Verse 2: B THRONE
B throne hustle
Yeah
Lets go
My alarm clocks going off
Its time to hit the block took it now its flowing dog
Im stacking all my paper till my tops blowing off
No ceiling
Feelings
Never been a factor cuz im always on the e list
HUSTLE!
Never been the type to have it handed to me
Unless i walk up to a client told them hand it to me
I give them nothing but the best they demand it from me
I ball hard when i get it cuz they ain't grinded to me
Why you suckers be hiding behind computer screens
Catch me on the scene ?
I got bills not relying on mama to pay em
B throne hustles
Yeah
Lets go