Let's go 
Hov! 
Uh huh, Hov' 
You, are, not, ready 
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova 

I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler] 
I just want you to know [Wanna let you know] 
It aint where I been [It aint where I been] 
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!] 
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you] 
But be who I am [you know you love me] 
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems] 
You'll forget your man 
Now give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

[Verse 1] 
*When the Remi's in the system 
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em 
That's what they be yellin 
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation 
Y'all be chasin, I replace them* 
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E 
Can't keep her little model hands off me 
Both in the club, high, singing off key 
*And I wish I never met her at all...* 
It gets better, ordered another round 
It's, about, to go, down 
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist' 
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere 
What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses 
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion 
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra 
Filth marked jeans, take that off 

Give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
I said give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

[Verse 2] 
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage 
Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage 
You wanna see how far I'ma go 
How, much I'ma spend but you already know 
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero 
Might buy you Crist', but that about it 
Might light your wrist, but that about it 
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips 
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick 
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless 
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down 
Get you bling like the Neptune sound 
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold 
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold 
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies 
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon 

Give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
I said give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov'] 
I just want you to know [Hov'] 
It aint where I been 
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov'] 
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova] 
But be who I am [know you love me] 
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems] 
You'll forget your man 

[Verse 3] 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Same song, I'm back, been around the world 
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls 
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia 
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins 
Can't deny me, why would you want to 
You need me, why don't you try me 
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'! 

Give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
I said give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

You gotta... 
Give it to me 
Uh, uh huh