[Verse]
Spit that clean shit, hand sanitizer, my saliva
N***as thinking that they bitches in the blind
But she got her on mind to follow, decision easily made
One of these don’t belong, me and four lames on the same page
Alco' fresh out the paint shop
Polo green, Krsipy-Kreme glazed, clear coated—
Eight times over, high roller, stoned, rollin', half way home
Til I realized I left my phone
By this shone I was just boning
Slipping on my pimping gotta get back to her crib
Before she realize what I did, and go to finger picking
Tryna contact my other women, shit them hoes do
When they feel like they entitled to position
That’s why I play 'em close, but from a distance, if you can dig it
Damn near in love with all them hoes when I'm wit’em
But once I put on my clothes, spray my cologne, darted for the front door
Jet Life, jet wives respect I gotta go
I’m on hustle, like a mole, on hustle, like it’s dope
On hustle, like it’s coke
I’m on hustle, like a mole, on hustle, like it’s dope
On hustle, like it’s coke

N***a, yeah