"7 HUSTLES" lyrics
Philthy Rich, HBK & Payroll Giovanni Lyrics
Got a two-piece
Designated hitters
Lil' two-piece
Two-piece, one nugget
That's how I, that's how I do it
Piece it together
(Funk or die)
It's Philthy, nigga
Uh-huh
(Blame it on Monstah)
Look
Honey pack in the rosé make me last longer
Bitch trap one right, so I'ma pass on her
I don't got a bottom bitch, I got a top bitch
She gon' strip, sell pussy, and shoplift
A millionaire got seven hustles
She got Chanel boy bags up in every color
A hundred thousand for the wait list on the 'Rari truck
I ran through twenty mil', that broke nigga hardly up
I got my niggas they first deal, the label only wanted me
But I'm too real, fuck some skrill, these my brothers, homie (My brothers)
I walk around with heat, money, and a rubber on me
I go to sleep in a mink, nigga, fuck a cover on me (Fuck it)
I like to dress in all black, I don't do colors on me
Yeah, this Benz a '23, but drive it like Cutlass stolie (Skrrt)
My old bitch know that her new nigga ain't got nothin' on me (Nothin')
Remembered faces when I got up, whoever stunted on me
Niggas like, "I ain't seen you, where the fuck you been?"
Not hangin' 'round niggas that ain't even up ten (Uh)
That double-cross friends, and hate to see a nigga win
My whole family livin' good, yeah, look what I done did (Look what I done did)
You took a loss and gave up, you ain't even try again
How you cryin' 'bout losing? You ain't even tried to win
Get a call when the supply's in, now I'm that guy again
Move work, shrink wrap, now I'm in the widest Benz, uh
Two hundred pics and Gucci in my archive
Your bitch comment under pictures with the heart eyes
Five different jewelers, spent a million apiece
Carl, Ben, Gary, Wafi, Hutch, rest in peace
I don't need a bitch, I'm what a bitch need
Broke a bitch for twenty thou' when I was sixteen
Cullinan and Bentley, both cost four hundred apiece
Plus the Maybach truck, that's another two hundred G's (Uh)
Can't be a grown man complainin' about a record deal
Been dropped some shit on DistroKid and I ain't even check his deal (Nah)
Line 'em hoes up, who pussy is next to kill? (Who?)
I wake up, I'm gettin' to it while you eatin' breakfast still (Uh)
My throw-on clothes twenty-five, I ain't even dress for real (Nah)
My bitch left, but I don't miss her, I miss Fresh for real (Rest in peace)
Which one of you fake-ass niggas wanna test the real?
Remember the shootout on Sussex when we had left the steel
Went from shootouts on Sussex to two drops on one neck (Yeah)
New watch from Golden Sun hittin' when the sun set
Maybachs and mansions, just closed on a duplex
Condo in Bloomfield, that's when I had the new 'Vette (Remember)
Debatin', should I move west? Or south, because I know the route?
Started off local, now the whole clique global now (Worldwide)
I barely take photos unless it's strictly for promo now
Five hundred worth of ice in the room, and I'm dolo now (You know)
Designated hitters
Lil' two-piece
Two-piece, one nugget
That's how I, that's how I do it
Piece it together
(Funk or die)
It's Philthy, nigga
Uh-huh
(Blame it on Monstah)
Look
Honey pack in the rosé make me last longer
Bitch trap one right, so I'ma pass on her
I don't got a bottom bitch, I got a top bitch
She gon' strip, sell pussy, and shoplift
A millionaire got seven hustles
She got Chanel boy bags up in every color
A hundred thousand for the wait list on the 'Rari truck
I ran through twenty mil', that broke nigga hardly up
I got my niggas they first deal, the label only wanted me
But I'm too real, fuck some skrill, these my brothers, homie (My brothers)
I walk around with heat, money, and a rubber on me
I go to sleep in a mink, nigga, fuck a cover on me (Fuck it)
I like to dress in all black, I don't do colors on me
Yeah, this Benz a '23, but drive it like Cutlass stolie (Skrrt)
My old bitch know that her new nigga ain't got nothin' on me (Nothin')
Remembered faces when I got up, whoever stunted on me
Niggas like, "I ain't seen you, where the fuck you been?"
Not hangin' 'round niggas that ain't even up ten (Uh)
That double-cross friends, and hate to see a nigga win
My whole family livin' good, yeah, look what I done did (Look what I done did)
You took a loss and gave up, you ain't even try again
How you cryin' 'bout losing? You ain't even tried to win
Get a call when the supply's in, now I'm that guy again
Move work, shrink wrap, now I'm in the widest Benz, uh
Two hundred pics and Gucci in my archive
Your bitch comment under pictures with the heart eyes
Five different jewelers, spent a million apiece
Carl, Ben, Gary, Wafi, Hutch, rest in peace
I don't need a bitch, I'm what a bitch need
Broke a bitch for twenty thou' when I was sixteen
Cullinan and Bentley, both cost four hundred apiece
Plus the Maybach truck, that's another two hundred G's (Uh)
Can't be a grown man complainin' about a record deal
Been dropped some shit on DistroKid and I ain't even check his deal (Nah)
Line 'em hoes up, who pussy is next to kill? (Who?)
I wake up, I'm gettin' to it while you eatin' breakfast still (Uh)
My throw-on clothes twenty-five, I ain't even dress for real (Nah)
My bitch left, but I don't miss her, I miss Fresh for real (Rest in peace)
Which one of you fake-ass niggas wanna test the real?
Remember the shootout on Sussex when we had left the steel
Went from shootouts on Sussex to two drops on one neck (Yeah)
New watch from Golden Sun hittin' when the sun set
Maybachs and mansions, just closed on a duplex
Condo in Bloomfield, that's when I had the new 'Vette (Remember)
Debatin', should I move west? Or south, because I know the route?
Started off local, now the whole clique global now (Worldwide)
I barely take photos unless it's strictly for promo now
Five hundred worth of ice in the room, and I'm dolo now (You know)
