Chords for Lud Foe - Hustle In Me (Official Video)

[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That's my [Gb] shit bitch, you know I'm rockin' nigga, why I ain't seen y'all street [Bbm] nigga
Get your guns and put your phones up, you on that opp shit, get in my dick
What [Gb] you getting?
I'm [Bbm] going with the hustle and the new, I'm a run me up a check
Put pressure on they neck and I ain't letting them get nothing
Bitch was about to dial me and shouldn't have gave her a x
Got a felon in my car, riding around with the tech
The club shining so hard, check out my baguette
Red bitch with a [Gb] black car, she think I'm impressed
Bitch [Bbm] addicted buying fast cars, when you're getting [Bb] checked
Young dope, dealing [Gb] rich, living nigga, paying [Bbm] jack
Bitch was about to park, I'm so motherfucking drunk
I came from a [Gb] car, just bought some Cartier [Bbm] frames
Cost me two stacks, and two bad bitches with me
And they both [Gb] stacked, both stacked bitch
[Bb] My exhaust been fired, smashed a motor out the floor
Hit the A [Gb] spider, I stepped up in the [Bbm] gas
And it got my car excited, you looking for your bitch
I just left her at the [Gb] Hyatt, see me rap [Bbm] class
I let the boys wanna buy it, I'm in the kitchen
We been trying to make my future [Gb] brighter, I'm selling dope
I pull [Bbm] up, serve yo ass if you a buyer, we pack it down
At the front door in case you're [Gb] wired
Bitch was [Bbm] born with that hustle and the new, I'm a run me up a check
Put pressure on they neck [C] and I ain't letting them get [Bbm] nothing
Bitch was about to dial me and shouldn't have gave her a x
Got a felon in my car, [Gb] riding around with the tech
[Bb] The club shining so hard, check out my baguette
Red bitch with a black [Gb] car, she think I'm impressed
[Bb] It's addictive buying fast cars when you gotta check
Young dope, dealing rich, [Gb] living nigga from the jacks
You can smell [Bbm] that OG Kush, comes out open up the jar
Got a Draco in the car, and they [Gb] tear you apart
Make me laugh [Bbm] under your putz and go to sleep up in your yard
Yo, you did me on your tape, and that shit [Gb] wasn't even hard
I been balling [Bbm] for a long time, Michael Grier
Yo bitch tryna put her buns on my [Gb] Oscar Mayer
And right [Bbm] now I'm so hot, I can start a fire
If the scrap ain't in the club, you's a [Gb] motherfucking liar
Mixin' Vinci [Bbm] with the Gucci shit to make up my attire
Make you wonder how them 40's fit on the lift, [Gb] baby tire
And they come with [Bbm] my deposit for you, put me on your flyer
And if you looking for that broken nigga, I be [Gb] your supplier
I was born [Bbm] with that hustle and the new, I'm a run me up a check
I put pressure on they neck and [Gb] I ain't letting them get [Bbm] nothing
Bitch was about to dial me and shouldn't have gave her a x
Got a felon in my car, [Gb] riding around with the tech
[Bbm] Hit the club, shining so hard, check out my baguette
Red bitch with a black [Gb] car, she think I'm impressed
[Bb] It's a 50 pound flashcard, so you gotta check
Yo, dope, dill and rich, [Gb] living nigga from the Jets
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