[Intro: Juicy J]
Get your motherf**ing paper up and quit hating on other n***as, man. Man, y'all n***as is crazy out here, man. While you n***as be out here with that bullsh**!? You already know where I'm gonna be at -- The motherf**ing bank
[Hook: Juicy J]
Real hustlers don't sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy sh**, balled up like naps
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps
On a paper chase, and you haters get lapped
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hood n***a, but a good dude
Good n***a, but a hood dude
sh**, you don't know what I been through
So you don't know what I could do
They hating on me, they talk down
They talk threats, that's good news
Margiela, RAF Simons
Them Rick Owens is good shoes
Getting paid, I'm in a good mood
Old school, slabs in it
Grill, 24 karats in it
Courtesy of my black dentist
Trill b**h ad-libbing
That's what I call eloquent
I'm getting brain, she s**ing dick
That's what I call intelligence
Tell a fella, tell a gent
Tell a friend, and tell a friend
All I f** is lesbians
f** her till she celibate
White b**hes love Taylor Swift
Tell that b**h I'm hella swift
Hustling everyday, with my twin and Juicy J
[Hook]
Real hustlers don't sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy sh**, balled up like naps
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps
On a paper chase, and you haters get lapped
[Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurrp]
Hi guys, what's up, b**h
My name is Purrp
I'm f**ing your b**h
And I made her squirt
I'm going to be rich
As I put in work
She's all on my dick
As I made her squirt
Mind will get hurt
My lyrics merk
n***as with triggas
And find them in dirt
Man, I like to flirt
I'm all in her skirt
I smash it, and pa** it
And watch that b**h twerk
One day, one day
You know I'm going to become a
God of the f**ing country
Do what you want to, see gunplay
[Hook]
Real hustlers don't sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy sh**, balled up like naps
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps
On a paper chase, and you haters get lapped
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
You not getting money man, you already tired
I'm finna buy a private jet, b**h I'm getting flyer
Juicy J the boss, ain't no way I'm getting fired
I'm on too much sh** to name, ain't no way I'm getting higher
I been chasing money since a young n***a from Memphis
I see dead presidents, I think I got 6 senses
Yea we on the money train, you just rock the benches
On the purple and the yellow, call it Barney and the Simpsons
Out in Taiwan, smoking Cheech and Chong
Roll it in a cigarillo, chief it in a bong
Ask me what I'm doing, getting high and counting money
And I'm counting all day, because the money keep coming
[Hook]
Real hustlers don't sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy sh**, balled up like naps
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps
On a paper chase, and you haters get lapped