Billy Marchiafava - Hustle lyrics
[Billy Marchiafava - Hustle lyrics]
This, should be played at high volume
Yeah, Billy, ayy
I just pulled up in a brand new Bugatti
Got bitches on bitches, no you cannot stop me
All of this money I made off a hobby
I blew up, now everyone trying to copy
I'm rockin' Polo yeah mixed with the Tommy
I run up a check then I bounce like a bunny
All y'all keep laughing while I'm making money
My-my type of woman like forty and ugly
Bitch my name is Billy and my music fuckin' sucks
I was chillin' for a minute, now it's back to them bucks
If you like older women, put yo fuckin' hands up
I'm trash till I die, I belong in the dump
You already know what the fuck goin' on
It's your boy Billy, we goin' crazy baby, it's a celebration
Aye look, I get more neck than a neck brace, you heard?
You can call me what you want just don't call me broke
Aye, yuh, what?
They say "How did Billy really get that far? ", yeah
I just kept going bitch I'm a popstar, yuh
Flippin' the beat like I am a rockstar, ayy
All y'all haters sweet like a Pop Tart, yuh
I got rich, no Worldstar
Now yo bitch on my lap in my sports car, ayy
Drivin real fast down the boulevard
Got bricks in the back goin' dumb hard, ayy
Bitch my name is Billy and my music fuckin' sucks
I was chillin' for a minute, now it's back to them bucks
If you like older women, put yo', put yo' hands up
I'm trash till I die, I belong in the dump
Yeah, Billy, ayy
I just pulled up in a brand new Bugatti
Got bitches on bitches, no you cannot stop me
All of this money I made off a hobby
I blew up, now everyone trying to copy
I'm rockin' Polo yeah mixed with the Tommy
I run up a check then I bounce like a bunny
All y'all keep laughing while I'm making money
My-my type of woman like forty and ugly
Bitch my name is Billy and my music fuckin' sucks
I was chillin' for a minute, now it's back to them bucks
If you like older women, put yo fuckin' hands up
I'm trash till I die, I belong in the dump
You already know what the fuck goin' on
It's your boy Billy, we goin' crazy baby, it's a celebration
Aye look, I get more neck than a neck brace, you heard?
You can call me what you want just don't call me broke
Aye, yuh, what?
They say "How did Billy really get that far? ", yeah
I just kept going bitch I'm a popstar, yuh
Flippin' the beat like I am a rockstar, ayy
All y'all haters sweet like a Pop Tart, yuh
I got rich, no Worldstar
Now yo bitch on my lap in my sports car, ayy
Drivin real fast down the boulevard
Got bricks in the back goin' dumb hard, ayy
Bitch my name is Billy and my music fuckin' sucks
I was chillin' for a minute, now it's back to them bucks
If you like older women, put yo', put yo' hands up
I'm trash till I die, I belong in the dump