(Chorus – Birdman)
Give the world to my lil ni**as
Show the world my lil ni**as
I came up with my lil ni**as
And I showed nothing but them young ni**as that money
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Just hustle, just hustle off the muscle
Give the world to my lil ni**as
Show the world my lil ni**as
Put in work with my lil ni**as
Seeing nothing but them young ni**as with money
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Just hustle, just hustle off the muscle
(Verse 1)
Lil ni**a, big money, big
F**k with you can’t hear no feelings
Before I met Bird, I had millions
F**k a rocker deal, my ni**as still out here drug dealing
F**k these rap ni**as, we gon take these ni**as lunch
These ni**as asking for it but this ain’t what you want
None of them haters imagine me here, all of em mad cause I’m the man of the year
I don’t give no f**k about it, take up the hatred up out of my ill
Get it up out of my mind, I can’t have a good time when you here
All of my ni**as is dying, I wish that I could rewind
I sent em back to that Ghost, all of these bi**hes been asking for more
All of my ni**as I’m gold, I’m telling you man I feel you the most
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Look, what’s happening with you? Bi**h I been eating
Thinking that she sweet boy
I jeopardising me just so my fam can have it easy
I think before I do so all my actions have a reason
Trapping for something extra
Ratchets on my dresser
