(performed by Expensive Taste)





I got the heart of a hustler 

The mind of a g 

I'm out here gettin my paper 

So don't fuck wit me 



I wake up in the morning when the sun rise 

I got my mind on paper chasing them dollar signs 

It ain't no time for resting or taking naps 

I got to have something so I'm counting all paper stacks 

I got dreams and asperations of ballin big 

I want a crib in the hills out there where kobe live 

And I can get it if I put my grind to it 

Quit making excuses up and get out there and do it 

Ain't no time for games when your chasing after change 

But you can face some cause that paper and close range 

My mind on a range fly chains and diamonds rings 

My skills are making bills with profit and high game 

Ridin the fast lane that paper in my vision 

My mind on a mil ticket I'm chasing that comission 

Money is my mission give me all I can get 

Until they put me in a grave man I just cant quit 



I got the heart of a hustler 

I got the mind of a g 

I'm out here gettin my paper 

So don't fuck wit me 



Don't fuck around man 



That's right doin and moving 

White linen on my tuff tails 

Not an illusion three sheets to the wind 

I ain't gotta be boozen go bad on a bitch 

Til I got her improvment no I'm not wit the loosing 

I'm dying to win I'm goin try it again I'm goin cry for my sins 

I live the fast life yeah and I'm not stoppin 

For shit bitch half a tank of crank and a plot to get rich 

I got money out my mind likes its a price out my hat 

Still smokin even though my lung twice to collapse 

I'm right back with the sack then I'm buring the shern 

You know 

Better learn still yernin to earn 

And really I don't listien when I talk to myself 

So how the fuck you think that I'ma listen to somebody else 

Its a fast life ho you know like pushin and shit and when I run up out of gas then I'm pushin this bitch 



I got heart of a hustler 

I got the mind of a g 

I'm out here gettin my paper 

So don't fuck wit me 



I grind hard from the second I awake 

When you play wit high stakes you profit at high rate 

No more top roman I'm tryin to eat steaks 

So I get up off my bump and go get that cake 

It ain't no time for sleep 

If you snooze you loose if you broke it mean your lazy 

That's the choice you choose 

If you grind and you complaining and you wastin your time 

Better correct your mind suck it up and go grind 

Its money to be made when my phone ring ring 

I'm not to impressed wit all the bling bling 

I'm much more motivated by all the ching ching 

Been grindin since kidagarden back then it was a dream 

Its money over everything family first 

They goin to bury me a g and bost swangas on the hurst 

I'm on the block posted making money dispurse I thrist for dollar bills bein broke is the worst 



I got the heart of a hustler 

I got the mind of a g 

I'm out here gettin my paper 

So don't fuick wit me