[Intro]
Yeah
Fresh back from N.Y
Back on my leak shit, you already know, iHustle.com
Let's get it, uh, look

[Chorus]
I like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches
I like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches
I like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches
I like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches

[Verse]
Look, young Hussle on that bullshit
Hoppin' out the Regal, burner with the full clip
Summertime, murder gangs going back to back
Fly crippin' so my belt cost half a stack
I’ve been ballin', n***a, reach, I'ma handle that
Back when me and F and J Stone was selling candle wax
I’m the motherfuckin' truth, n***a, that’s a fact
And if I fuck your baby mama, can you handle that?
Look, the West? N***a, that’s a wrap
You ain’t eating with us, you gon' have the scraps
Struck out, n***a, every time you at the bat
N***as can't compete with us with them type of stats
N***as can't compete with us with these type of racks
Fiends tend to blow your beeper up for this type of crack
Yeah, n***as trying to get their license back
Me, I’m trying to get my lifers back
N***as couldn’t keep the chopper on the rifle rack
I’m a driver and a shooter, still, in spite on that
Light bulb, hustle, look you might could rap
Nightclubs, I know a couple that we might could pack
Try and fail, go to jail, quick to wife a rat
Rhetorically I ask myself "What type of life is that?"
Nah, you knew better, but you settled
I stepped it up a level, double up on my endeavors
So I'm broke never, i’m a Rich Rollin' rebel
Clever as the devil, pull strings like Geppetto
I've been real from the get-go
You’re green like a gecko
When your name gain weight your ex hoes can’t let go
Hello? Hanging up when you say your name
Play it too much to not know the game
Heartbroken, Frank Ocean on that novocaine
You know this change, but I won’t explain, look
Nip the Crip that flipped the blueprint that Hova laid
Ten thousand cash, no tickets, no overlay
And I’ll be in your city with the bros today
Presidential car service with the motorcade
Road to the riches, now you know the way
Run this money marathon at a owner's pace
You ain't a real n***a without a goal to chase
And a yellow bone bitch with some toes to paint, oh
[Chorus]
I like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches
I like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches
I like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches
I like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches, that like bitches