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Real Hustla (feat. GloRilla) letra


This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow (Hahaha, listen)

They be like: I be hustlin', I be like: No, you not, bitch
The steering wheel in your Bentley's not the same one in this cockpit
I'm fly with it, got my bitch high with it (I'm fly with it, high with it)
Then I hit it from the front, from the back, but she love it when I hit it from the side with it (side)
They call me Luda' with the drop top Chevrolet
Got dibs all up on your girl, hoe
I be ballin' all day, every day, got cribs all around the world, hoe
Turn ten stacks to a hundred thousand, one hundred thousand to a hundred mill'
Gold fronts all in my mouth, I hit the dealership and go and get another grill
No need to get specific, one of the richest rappers on the planet
Luda' got spots on the Pacific, Luda' got yachts on the Atlantic
And I just bought a house in the motherland, America, I'm opting out
Still see me on Forbes list, fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout?

This the real hustla, this the real flow (woo, GloRilla)
This the real hustla, this the real flow (y'all know what the fuck goin' on, whole lotta Memphis shit, nigga)
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow (on gang-gang, on the gang-gang)

They be like: I be hustlin', I be like: No, you not, bitch
Came from the bottom, ho, I'll blow your top, bitch
Glo' with it, Memphis, we so with it
Yeah, we the type to snatch your wig and mop the floor with it
Gon' split it in half, but with my cash, I'm not the sharin' type
Fuck your nigga then put him out on his ass, I'm not the carin' type
I'm all about my paper, that's me with all them bottles
You know your nigga's a sucker but I can make him swallow
'Cause he know that Glo' the P ass fat, oh, but my wallet fatter (ass fat, wallet fatter)
I get that bread first, then get that head after, he fled after (give me that)
These boss bitches united, drank or smoke, then pour it and light it
'Cause this a hustler's convention
And broke bitches, y'all ain't invited

This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
Get your money up (nigga) or stay the fuck down (hoe)
I'm in my zone ballin', bitch, that's a touchdown
Yeah, now put your money up or stay the fuck down
I'm in my zone ballin', bitch, that's a touchdown

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