Don't make this complicated
My old school candy painted
I hustle hard
When I come through they like
''oh my God - that nigga clean''
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it  I'm a hustler  baby
I'm a hustler  baby
My mind on the money
I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes

But dig it  I'm a hustler  baby
I'm a hustler  baby
I come through  I had the hoes like
''who he ''

Seats in the old school Louis
Shoes and the belt buckle Louis

We don't need more details now do we
Let 'em sag  my swag is True Religion
You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision
It smells like cream mixed with weed
This is classy and hood
Drama llama time  nigga  what's good
Domino's  motherf**ker  it's time to collect
Stack paper like
I'm trying to fix the national debt
I'm just doing what I wanna do
I trip these set
This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it  I'm a hustler  baby
I'm a hustler  baby

My mind on the money
I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it  I'm a hustler  baby
I'm a hustler  baby
Get on my level  bitch
I'm careful who I kick it with

We talk market and distribution and politics
Got a chip on my shoulder
Chip off the whole block
I sell the chip of a whole rock
10 dollars a pop
I'm a magnet
The bitch can't help but watch me
Socks  drawers  undershirt
Versace  Versace  Versace
Designer threads in every form of fashion
I express myself so the question I'm askin'
Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit
We ain't promised tomorrow
Nigga  go on and get the shit
That skull and bones
That Alexander McQueen thing
In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it  I'm a hustler  baby
I'm a hustler  baby
My mind on the money
I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it  I'm a hustler  baby
I'm a hustler  baby
Oh  it's cold out here
It's my kind of weather
I'm cold blooded
It's 50
When I come through you see me
In the Suburbans that's bulletproof
Bomb proof  leather six  what else
When I go hard I go hard
When I don't want you to see me I switch it up
I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera
In the back like ''ooh wee''
We rolling
I hustle  man  it's what I do  man
Wait  niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this