Hustler E

Hundred racks in my pocket, I can't even walk. Fifty killers with me, nigga, I ain't scared to Bark. Poppin' bottles, blowin' money, I'm just Havin' fun. Me and my niggas rich as hell, Off a bunch of rum. I got buckles on my shoes and they gold, Bitch. Open my doors in reverse, this that Rolls, Bitch. CMG Bentley coupe, that's a cold kit. Center part, double up, that's some cold shit. All I rock is white, still on my old Shit. All my niggas solid, all my hoes thick. DJ Drook got it, that's that new one shit. Smelling like a bag, I'm looking like a brick. Big dudes on the phone, got sippin' crooked. Three-thirty four shots, nigga, don't buck it. I'm LeBron James, you a freakin' rookie. Your broad wanna Tity Boi, come on, Fuck it. Big dudes on my--Let me sip Crooked. Fuck it, fuck it. I'ma go and fuck it. Big dudes on my-- Let me sip crooked. They say signed a check, I said, "Well, nigga, do that." Me and Drook Would conversate 'bout where them checks at. I be where them hundreds and them doubles at. So when you see that Phantom, don't follow that.