[Chorus: D Hustle]
I know why they hate me
Why they don't like me
'Cause I stay icy
And they bitch like me
Stay in them big whips
Sitting on inches
Talking 'bout money, bitch n***a, I been rich

[Verse 1: D Hustle]
The real n***as love me, the fuck n***as hate me
You can hold your nuts, your bitch wanna date me
Get big money, do big things
I push the whip, your bitch give me brains
Send her to the mall, I let her push the Bentley
Tell the bitch to blow stacks, 'cause I got plenty
You n***as talking money, you just spitting pennys
Gwop conversation, I know you n***as hear me
Rapping 'bout your whips, n***a, I got them too
Mazerati drop top, all set 22's
Got a Range Rover, Astin Martin and a Benz coupe
[?] Farrari, tell them send 2
What it do, n***a?
What the business is?
Ask the streets about me, D Hustle handle his
I hear your lil song, I heard your lame hooks
You so gangsta, how the fuck you get your chain took?
Yeah, you got it back, bitch, you bought it back
The real streets been gone, n***a, we brought it back
You rap G shit, but I can see bitch
Fuck you and them lame fucks you be with
[Chorus: D Hustle]
I know why they hate me
Why they don't like me
'Cause I stay icy
And they bitch like me
Stay in them big whips
Sitting on inches
Talking 'bout money, bitch n***a, I been rich

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
This that family gotta eat flow, 20 pounds of Keisha Cole
My car suicidal, please don't open my door
My rifle is my idol, my rival need a bible
All this ice around my neck, make my neck seem crowded
Yeah we stay icy, your girlfriend like it
We run through all them hoes like Nike
Every verse is sniping, say it random, but you feel it
Walking to the Gucci store, hundred grand in my slippers
Fuck them lame n***as, D, we got our own Hustle
I push a lotta weight, we got our own muscle
I'm from the southside, bury me in 2 chains
And let the funeral be held at the Blue Flame
[?] frames, staring at the big screen
Big shit poppin, bitch, all we do is big things
Big watch bezzle, big booty bitch
Yeah we got the action, we don't need a movie script
Fill the tooly up, let the tooly rip
Everytime you see Titi, he be on that stupid shit
Fill the tooly up, let the tooly rip
Everytime you see me, bitch, I'm wearing a stupid fit
[Chorus: D Hustle]
I know why they hate me
Why they don't like me
'Cause I stay icy
And they bitch like me
Stay in them big whips
Sitting on inches
Talking 'bout money, bitch n***a, I been rich