[Verse 1: Beeda Weeda]
Bitch, I'm a hustla
Another day, another dollar
I wake up, thank the lord and kiss my 40 and my chopper
I'm on that other shit, bairley get to fuck my bitch
I'm too busy hustling, gritting and grinding, tryna strike it rich
I can get anything, tell me what you need
From the pussy, powder, OC's, lean, P.C.'s and weed
Deceive the P.D., the rental with P.T
I bleed the concrete, 'cause I bleed it like C.B
It's a good [?] I'm quicker than G.T
When it comes to money, I'm on it, A.S.A.P
If the funds get ugly, I'm with my goons in the streets
Up with no sleep, lerking with no beef
I'm a hustla
I don't really wanna do it
But I bet he rob me, if he was broke and going through it
I'm a hustla
So I stack it and I flip it
Ain't a gimmic, tryna get it
You can hear it in my lyrics

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
I'm a hustla
You want the cars, want the clothes
Want the money, want the hoes
Want more
You gotta be a hustla
You want that house on the hill
Want the power, want it all
Want a mill
You gotta be a hustla
24/7, 365 on your grind
Gotta be a hustla
24/7, 365 on your grind
Gotta be a hustla
[Verse 2: Beeda Weeda]
Hustle til I go to sleep, hustle when I wake up
Hustle for I even eat, gotta get my cake up
Wanted like a fat boy, stunting ass black boy
Gotta keep my rep up, the money stay in tact, boy
N***as getting wack, boy
Stay on your P's and Q's
You [?]
You see the news, thugging at an all time high
Hard to keep a 9 to 5, when you bairley getting by
N***as bairley getting fly, and you swing through flossing
Balling ass n***as getting stripped, it happens often
Caution, they crossing
Them bullets get to tossing
Bossing, I'm awesome
These hoes know that it's [?]
Fuck with a pimp, I'm in [?] with caucasians eating lobster and shrimp
Fuck some pationts, ain't no waiting when it's money to get
I keep a gun in the whip, I keep that bitch on my hip
And keep a bitch on the strip, 'cause

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
I'm a hustla
You want the cars, want the clothes
Want the money, want the hoes
Want more
You gotta be a hustla
You want that house on the hill
Want the power, want it all
Want a mill
You gotta be a hustla
24/7, 365 on your grind
Gotta be a hustla
24/7, 365 on your grind
Gotta be a hustla
[Verse 3: E-40]
Chop [?] on the China plate
Melt down the crumbs
What you bust?
I bust bands, bitches and guns
Who you trust?
Me, myself and God
Tried to get a job, but they wasn't fucking with your [?]
I hustle
That's all I know
Born in struggle, trained to go
Visuallising mobbin and mackin and pushing goop
I split a n***a, [?] like a fruit
Opperation slap a ho, if she out of place
Act tough like a dude, I spit in her face
You say that it's true, but it's not
'Cause her additude stanky, like a sock
V-Town, California, where I was born, raised and woke
Where all we do is hustle, push pills, trees and coke
One day I hope
For a better day
But until then
I'ma push this yay
Bitch!

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
I'm a hustla
You want the cars, want the clothes
Want the money, want the hoes
Want more
You gotta be a hustla
You want that house on the hill
Want the power, want it all
Want a mill
You gotta be a hustla
24/7, 365 on your grind
Gotta be a hustla
24/7, 365 on your grind
Gotta be a hustla