[Hook: Birdman]
Give the world to my lil n***as
Show the world my lil n***as
I came up with my lil n***as
And I showed nothing but them young n***as that money
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Just hustle, just hustle off the muscle
Give the world to my lil n***as
Show the world my lil n***as
Put in work with my lil n***as
Seeing nothing but them young n***as with money
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Just hustle, just hustle off the muscle

[Verse 1]
Lil n***a, big money, big
Fuck with you can't hear no feelings
Before I met Bird, I had millions
Fuck a rocker deal, my n***as still out here drug dealing
Fuck these rap n***as, we gon' take these n***as' lunch
These n***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 fuck 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 n***as is dying, I wish that I could rewind
I sent 'em back to that Ghost, all of these bitches been asking for more
All of my n***as I'm gold, [?] I'm telling you man I feel you the most
[Hook: Birdman]
Give the world to my lil n***as
Show the world my lil n***as
I came up with my lil n***as
And I showed nothing but them young n***as that money
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Just hustle, just hustle off the muscle
Give the world to my lil n***as
Show the world my lil n***as
Put in work with my lil n***as
Seeing nothing but them young n***as with money
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Just hustle, just hustle off the muscle

[Verse 2]
Look, what's happening with you? Bitch 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