Schoolboy Q - Hustle 101 lyrics

[Hook] This is what I do, turn nothin' into somethin' If it ain't about money, man you ain't sayin' nothin' And you may catch me OT tryna flip though You run up, say hello to my pistol I rock it up, chop it up, I'm tryna move somethin' I hit the stash, grab the bag, gotta do somethin' And once I get it, I'ma flip it, stack it up or somethin' I'm 'bout my money man, 'bout my money, man [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Seen quiet days, loud nights Made it easy for the boys to raid, spray their a** with Raid Dawg I ain't sayin' sh** Bread, look, I can teach you how to flip Look, uh, hustle 101 First get a gun, hop out, make all them n***as run Two, look, make it to the dope spot But watch out for the cops, aye, watch out for the wooptie Third, get an 8 ball to test it out Make sure that this your route, if it don't work, tell 'em it's a drought Fourth, look, sh** I ain't goin' back to fourth You better have that bread or sh**, it's over with your head Realist sh** I ever said, n***a money over dead Hoes you'd rather f** instead, now repent d**h among gents, smack 'em senseless and six inch sh** I told him keep his distance, relentless for instance [Hook] This is what I do, turn nothin' into somethin' If it ain't about money, man you ain't sayin' nothin' And you may catch me OT tryna flip though You run up, say hello to my pistol I rock it up, chop it up, I'm tryna move somethin' I hit the stash, grab the bag, gotta do somethin' And once I get it, I'ma flip it, stack it up or somethin' I'm 'bout my money man, 'bout my money, man [Verse 2: Jem Cretes] First you gotta move out of state with a tool Catch a knot, turn a rule, when them sharks in the pool Feds on attack where we clack for the food Hustle 101: every day cash rules This is how I'm pitchin', every day gettin' My vision's so gangsta, my n***as so anchored I'm from the trap house where the gats out, bitter We cash out sisters and we man out n***as Wilmington's the city but I move so gritty So quickly, no iffy, no murder, no pity I'm I-made, five way, and n***as wanna try J Highways on Friday, like Cube, it's my day b**h n***as comin' short, Debo through your whole source f** n***as wanna clown, n***a I can muscle down n***a you ain't from my town, you hustle like your momma now Your hustle with a swallow now, open up, gobble down [Hook] This is what I do, turn nothin' into somethin' If it ain't about money, man you ain't sayin' nothin' And you may catch me OT tryna flip though You run up, say hello to my pistol I rock it up, chop it up, I'm tryna move somethin' I hit the stash, grab the bag, gotta do somethin' And once I get it, I'ma flip it, stack it up or somethin' I'm 'bout my money man, 'bout my money, man