[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Sucka n***as can't wear they nice watches out
To these spots where we smoke pot
Park them lowriders, outsiders receiving no love
No hookup, no plug boy whatchu' thought this was
Sharks in the water, landmines in the mud
The rhymes is the drugs so they can't lock me up
Medical prescription for the bud, I need it
It's like breathing, I do it without thinking
It's like blinking, closer than second nature
The game is first person, hop out
And left my doors open on purpose
My interior perfect, want you to see what i'm working with

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Some of the coolest n***as ever done it
Dirty south flow, though all the hoes love it
Thirty-thousand dollars on luggage
Blew baby mind, she couldn't find where the trunk is
Baby you ain't seen nothin'
When this other bag come in, we'll be really stuntin
I'm just in love with the hustle
She love me, but i'm just in love with this hustle

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Levis, there the hustle in my jeans, no slim fit
Parallel park with a slim bitch, slim thick
Grew up like me, independent, no pops
No ad-lib, n***a, no drop, she a straight shooter
Rest of the game flex on her like Lex Luger
Dates to the shooting range, let her bust the Ruger
I don't act, and my n***as don't play
Some n***as throw dollar, other n***as throw shade
It's that classic, still new out the plastic
Trill ones love it, and the lames can't grasp it
Used to keep my billfold tucked in my socks
Kilo, half-O', five flavors for the block, travel light
Them other n***as really ain't whitcha'
Every chance they get, wanna pose for the picture
Time equals money, so I don't like to move out my seat, young n***a, if I can't get whitcha'
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Some of the coolest n***as ever done it
Dirty south flow, though all the hoes love it
Thirty-thousand dollars on luggage
Blew baby mind, she couldn't find where the trunk is
Baby you ain't seen nothin'
When this other bag come in, we'll be really stuntin we'll be really stuntin'
I'm just in love with the hustle
She love me, but i'm just in love with this hustle

[Verse 3: TY]
I know they out there hoping that I fall off but fuck y'all
Money all through my call log i'm a young gawd
Probably get it checked out the game because I ball hard
Got yo chick playin' with my stick, like she on Star Wars
Looking for the bag every city that i'm in
Came in game face on show me where dem chips
Pour the money in the front so it's easy for me to dip
Got all my chains on every time I hit the strip
Them OG's don't vouch for you, n***a
I could tell from them clowns that you brought whitcha
My game so tight try and steal it it's gone pinch you
Everyday I keep it G, noting less, n***a

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Some of the coolest n***as ever done it
Dirty south flow, though all the hoes love it
Thirty-thousand dollars on luggage
Blew baby mind, she couldn't find where the trunk is
Baby you ain't seen nothin'
When this other bag come in, we'll be really stuntin'
I'm just in love with the hustle
She love me, but i'm just in love with this hustle