FRENCHIE - Respect My Hustle lyrics

[Hook x2: Frenchie] If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavalli belt My jersey be 23, I did this sh** all by myself These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself [Verse 1: Frenchie] Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavalli belt Pilot is my middle name n***a, I can fly myself French is the one and only, you getting paper then show me You flexing hard with your Breitling, my little n***as rock Rollies You ain't built to be with my coding, my money stacking high slowly Ain't nothing you can do for me, you a baby boy like Jody One whip forty-thou' I profit, ladies showing me love Security I don't need it, twenty racks to blow in this club Shorty gon' pa** me the molly's, you just slumped in that two-door coupe Team Mack got the seats back, with a gang of hoes, Moulin Rouge I'm flexing hard, yeah I do Rest in peace G Baby, yelling out my screw [Hook] [Verse 2: Deezy] We show up, we show out Lambo coupe, no doors out Put the doors up, know what I'm ‘bout View my life, that movie sh** View my b**h, that Louie fitted Rock city, what? I ain't losing sh** Send me a brick, I'm a move it quick These Gucci shoes mean nothing to me I f** ‘em up, I playing it That's when you know a n***a really getting money MDE, I'm a hold that down Take something from you I'm a lay that down Cut a n***a face turn his frown to a smile ? on the waist, n***a look at me now Gun in his face, n***a say something now n***a say something now [Verse 3: Zoeballa] If I die before I wake, bury Zoe with two G's Cavalli shirts, I'm too fleet Rolls Royce with two keys I'm stunting n***a, I'm too hard 12's on that Too Guard Pardon me if my heart bigger Shocked police, I spark n***as No car involved, I park n***as My shine glow, and my wrist's black Pray to God I ain't y'all n***as Up and down, this whole list is macked My team too official, gun and a pistol Told these motherf**ers all welcome to the coke wave Gotta give him forty-four grams, calling me the man n***a Come and get a coke wave [Hook] [Verse 4: Joffy] If I should pa** before I wake, I swear to god my son is good I'm from the hood, seeing depths in the road like I'm under ? Gotta switch my life around, hammer tucked yeah I'm wifey'd down Glam' 'em up, that's a lightning round Tan 'em up, know young icy down ? while she probably wanna swally' She be tripping on the dick, and yeah she probably on the molly I ain't judging her, cause I'm f**ing her You one time, you cuffing her It's me and ? , who can f** with us? Swagger up, we busted up Hopping out, they rushing up You mad as f**, there's no touching us GD, baller type f** the competition, I'm all the hype Give me all the mics And I'ma spit on that b**h like Pac did n***a, cause we all alike Zoeballa, Frenchie hoe General, so don't tempt me though My gun go so let your son know That if I unload, that I'ma empty hoe [Hook]