| I was raised with honey badgers, my honey badgers 'don't care' |
| Out here they play the game of death, truth or dare |
| For real, block monsters like Creature Feature |
| Look like a plate? They gon' eat ya |
| Maney motherfuckes, never been to a club |
| Hard as nails, no sensitive thugs |
| I like ghetto booty broads that be doin they thing |
| Take care of they business, keep they coochie clean |
| Brazilian wax, good hygene |
| Miss Sixty jeans, POParazzi earrings |
| I got a duffle full of scrilla, on my way to re-up |
| With a 'JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS' sticker on my truck |
| Soil celebrity, heavy in this bitch |
| Professional hustler, there’s a science to this |
| He started with nothin, ended up with a lot |
| Got a record label, barber shop and a Maybach |
| Chorus |
| (Stunt hard cause I) |
| Get dough everyday |
| (I'm the shit cause I) |
| Get dough everyday |
| (Hit a lick, nigga) |
| Get dough everyday |
| (Hit your bitch cause I) |
| Get dough everyday |
| If you love gettin money say 'Hell yeah!' |
| (Hell yeah!) |
| Let’s do this shit |
| You mad the right choice if you’re choosin, bitch |
| You could leave if you ain’t gettin down |
| But you’ll never be a square cause you get around |
| So you might as well go with Short |
| Reached in my pocket, had a roll of dough |
| No 20's and 10's, just 50's and 100's |
| I get it everyday, it ain’t nothin if I want it |
| Cause I hustle for the money |
| Spit a little game, now she want me |
| I make it everyday, and every night I get mo' |
| You don’t need to be my ho |
| I get fetti, bitch |
| Pimp game is a gift |
| But I don’t really use it for the same old shit |
| I’m on that corporate level, executive |
| My secretary is a naked bitch |
| Chorus |
| Can’t let 'em take me off my square, can’t let 'em get to a fixture |
| Throw my life away over a fuck nigga |
| Born and raised in the Bay, I stay tucked, nigga |
| Fuck with me you’ll gon' pay, I’ll buck a nigga |
| Money mackin and stackin, what’s happenin, mobbin and mashin |
| And if it wasn’t for rappin then I would probably be trappin |
| Trappin, no matter what, I stay packin |
| Blastin, if they run up I’m clappin |
| Round of applause, no hesitation |
| Instantaneous devastation |
| Everybody runnin, we just tryina get money |
| If you don’t want none, you a dummy |
| You look bummy, still live with your mommy |
| You don’t know how to hustle, can’t get shit from me |
| Don’t even ask when you see us |
| Cause me and 40, we just |
| Chorus |