[Chorus]
You can look into my eyes, and see a hustla's soul
If you can see inside that coupe, you see a hustla froze
Turn nothing into something, that's a hustla's goal
Disloyal n***as, we don't fuck with those
You can look into my eyes, and see a hustla's soul
If you can see inside that coupe, you see a hustla froze
Turn nothing into something, that's a hustla's goal
Disloyal n***as, we don't fuck with those

[Verse 1]
Work touch down, had to scoop it in the AM
Moved it in the PM, and nobody even seen him
Moving real swift, all you see is his wrist
Only football n***as wearing shit like this
But I ain't playing [?] diamond chain Rose Gold
Good work, bad work, fuck it, get them both sold
Stacking off off of sold O's, them my old goals
Now I get new money, from spitting old flows
Louis to the whole floor, sipping Don P
No liabilities aloud around me
Rolex time piece, riding in the Benz
That's just my car of choice, been the goal since a kid
I done had a few, big body and the coupe
On my balcony, debating on my next big move
Stashed eightballs all in my shoe
From my uncle that stole, hope he don't check in them boots
[Chorus]
You can look into my eyes, and see a hustla's soul
If you can see inside that coupe, you see a hustla froze
Turn nothing into something, that's a hustla's goal
Disloyal n***as, we don't fuck with those
You can look into my eyes, and see a hustla's soul
If you can see inside that coupe, you see a hustla froze
Turn nothing into something, that's a hustla's goal
Disloyal n***as, we don't fuck with those

[Verse 2]
When I ain't have shit, I used to vision this
One day I'ma be rich with the illest shit
Walking out of Louis with the thickest bitch
Female employees giving complements about her hips
My sallary was based off of powder zips
Made my first ten, I was proud as shit
Now I spend ten like it's counterfeit
Granet on the counter top, screaming amen everytime a n***a count a not
I ohe my jewler 'bout a hundred, what the chain done
Got tired of searching for a plug, so I became one
Nobody funded my career, I used my own cash
Nobody wanted to front me, I got my own bag
That ain't your mans, if your success got your bro mad
I feel no remorse for your ho ass
No mercy for a n***a stepping out of line
No handouts for a n***a that don't wanna grind
[Chorus]
You can look into my eyes, and see a hustla's soul
If you can see inside that coupe, you see a hustla froze
Turn nothing into something, that's a hustla's goal
Disloyal n***as, we don't fuck with those
You can look into my eyes, and see a hustla's soul
If you can see inside that coupe, you see a hustla froze
Turn nothing into something, that's a hustla's goal
Disloyal n***as, we don't fuck with those