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[Verse 1: Curren$y] At this point in my life I'm looking at it like a hustle Supafly's last number Come out of the game on top, before they pull me under That's what it's about Range rover the winters In the summer I do the drop with the right shoes on And the top gone, soft porn Watch out for 'em, OG Your old heads'll vouch for 'em They know me And the shit that I'm on Cause I've seen it all Like I bought the boxed set, whole season dog Them bitches is running out of tricks pimpin' Barely catching my attention I'm dealing with them But simply for the physical She falling deep in love But I'm really not that into you, sorry girl But at least I kept it trill with you Evils that this game'll do Have me concentrating on that pay And playing you This hustle is a bitch, so is this ho SongtexteThey trying to make a player choose [Hook:] Jets up over bitches nigga Stick to the Scrip Jets up over bitches nigga Stick to the Scrip Counting my grip Jets up over bitches nigga Stick to the Scrip Jets up over bitches nigga Stick to the Scrip Smoke one to this [Verse 2: Curren$y] Sosa had it all figured out I think that's who they should've made a movie 'bout Cause pimping had a helicopter at his crib Just in case his homeboy smelled a snitch Type of shit had spitta inspired Type of shit had me all night writing Type of shit had me out all night driving in my [?] I been waiting since a little boy to buy this shit I ain't hiding from no haters so I ride [with] no tint Feast your eyes mother fucker I beep my horn at your woman She keep her phone in her lap I call and she coming And for that, she always coming back But I'm running to them stacks I'm trying to put a million in the wall Couple million in the yard Couple million in the ceiling Over where them hoes laying at So it's staying as... [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania