Woo
Coke Boy, baby
HUSTLERZ AMBITION
Wearing same shit jesus used to wear
So we good?
1v48, I'ma Gaddafi on these n***as

Real n***as now on the road
5 bitches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold

[Verse 1: Cokeboy Chris]
Call the nations, call em' action
Call racers, call the rat shi
I made the basics, that's sexism
Call the bankers, tell em' cancel
I used to be, to ride alone, i go along
U can't race for no long
Shawty got her ass strong
Magic shit, Emma Stone
Bitch we the winning team
Championship Real G
HUSTLERZ AMBITION OG
Fuck with us, CB
Fuck wit me, Double G
[Chorus]
Real n***as now on the road
5 bitches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Flashy lifestyle
N***a we the business
Candy paint blood red, six figures
Tommy guns travel with my other bitches
My other bitches taking trips, n***a making digits
Hustle full time n***a for the shine
Big money poppin' do it big time
N***a poppin' off so we spent a Ben
Drop a hundred on the set, blowin' in the wind
Allegating for the paper, territory mind
Count a hundred stacks for the sunshine
Maybach payed n***a, drop the top
Triple color on the blaze, n***a open shop


[Chorus]
Real n***as now on the road
5 bitches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold

[Verse 3: Choppy]
5 stars, both hands
Shake hands like Birdman
I call the shots like Baby
But I'm hitting like a dope man
Bold head, star up
Real n***a, G'z up
Your lame n***as they fucked up
100 rounds, 100 chains
In da club, make it rain
There's no difference between you and your bitch
Because both of y'all look the same


[Chorus]
Real n***as now on the road
5 bitches can make the show
Cash up now for the ho's
Champagne sipping on gold