Lyrics

(HOOK) 2x
Say she want a hustler/
She say she want time/
Say she want the finer things in life/
Stop mine at the drop of a dime//

She Say she want a real man/
Bitch stop lying/
Ain’t trynna work to fulfill your own needs/
So why should I try//

(VERSE 1)
Call me blue, but wasn’t green/
To what you try to do/
Silly you/
Conform me to your servitude//

Burdensome with nonsense/
But me, I try not to burden you/
Out here trynna get it baby/
Ain’t got no curfew//

Friends I got a few/
You, every time you turn around/
You gotta go and kick it/
With your crew//

You ain’t in their caliber/
This Hook up was out of pity/
Your momma passed, confidence shattered/
Now you trynna be witty//

You being silly/
I know you out here friendly with your kitty/
Covering up you neck lately/
Trynna hide multiple hickeys//

I’m rolling up my sticky/
Plottin’ on some sticky/
situation I’m in/
You jealous of my pad and pen//

Listenin’ to your friends/
When you huddle up with the hens/
They got all of the advice/
But none of them got a win//

Just got this lease together/
No need to pretend/
As soon as its over/
The kid off in the wind//

(HOOK) 1x
Say she want a hustler/
She say she want time/
Say she want the finer things in life/
Stop mine at the drop of a dime//

She Say she want a real man/
Bitch stop lying/
Ain’t trynna work to fulfill your own needs/
So why should I try//


(VERSE 2)
Mind on my money/
Money on mine/
Time is money/
And I’m already far behind//

Sacrifice/
Some of the years of your prime/
For her gifts and her thrills/
A career man is where she builds//

Build your own skills/
Make sure you pay your own bills/
If she can’t do the same/
Then that bitch is lame//

And you lame/
If you allow her to train your brain/
To Jeopardize your life/
For her financial gain//

Throwin’ you game/
Hopin’ that you can catch it/
Work the shit out of you/
Before you even have breakfast//

Want a real man/
Never experienced a man/
Try to mold you to her idea/
Is her only plan//

And if you live to impress/
Then you oppressed/
All for the jiggle/
Of her thighs and breast//

Take your bitter with your sweet/
Bitter outweighs the sweet/
Mad at yourself/
Cuz you sold you soul for cheap//

(HOOK) 2x
Say she want a hustler/
She say she want time/
Say she want the finer things in life/
Stop mine at the drop of a dime//

She Say she want a real man/
Bitch stop lying/
Ain’t trynna work to fulfill your own needs/
So why should I try//