Double S, never less baby Twista and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche That new shit, check it out My neck on bling, cris on chill Standing on the corner steady, trying to make a mill When it come to hustling, got to get it how you live And I'm on the come up, so motherfuck how you feel My fingers on frost, ears on froze Hanging at the club while hoes slide down the pole Rolling with the Gs and the Foes and the Souls With two bitches on my arms, sporting thousand dollar clothes Looking kind of stunning, so the cameras on flick Ain't no motherfuckers out here that can do it like this On top of my game, and when a hater's all fall Imma be smiling, revealing my grill from Paul Wall Shake it for me bitch, let me see you get loose Let me see you sipping on some shit that's 80 proof Let me see if Imma let you get up in the 'lac Bend over so I can see how Imma hit it from the back I hustle wit the rhymes, but I'm better wit the keys And I'm clubbin' wit the pees, I get cheddar wit the fees I'm always on the hustle, so don't ask why I succeed I got flows, I got dro, I got whatever u need