Chorus 1:
I'm a hustler baby
I just want you to know
It ain't where I been
But where I'm 'bout to go
Now I just wanna love ya
But be who I am
And with all this cash
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Verse 1:
When the Remi's in the system
Ain't no tellin'
When I fuck 'em will I diss 'em?
That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Ya'll be chasin
I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
An' I wish I never met her at all...
It gets better, ordered another round
It's about to go down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Cris'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth mark jeans, take that off
Chorus 2:
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Verse 2:
Yeah
Save the narrative, you savin' it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma, you savin' it for karats
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How much I'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Cris', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov an' I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, Hot Hov
Too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2 Pac's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold
Motorola, two way page me
Chorus 3:
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
I'm a hustler baby
I just want you to know
It ain't where I been
But where I'm 'bout to go
Now I just wanna love you
But be who I am
An' with all this cash
You'll forget your man
Verse 3:
Same song
I'm back, been around the world
Romancin' girls that dance wit girls
From Club Cheetah to Club Amnesia
The Venus in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin
Can't deny me
Why would you want to?
You need me
Why don't you try me?
Baby you want to
Believe me
Chorus 2