B.o.B, Young Dro, T.I. - Grand Hustle Kings lyrics

Uncle Quincy they gon dig this haha, hold up
Yeaaaah!

Alright people
I wanna see you dance if your type forever
Get your hands up, say hey
And shawty you're looking good
Come here, let me see you dance
Now get ya hands up your hearts

I got to the park, super cool, stupid hot
He the freshest from his fitted down
To the shoes and socks
Can you wanna like it
Couldn't care less if you do or not
A reminder for those of you who forget
Here's the king partna'
Ya ain't bout to say a big deal I'm not
Fifty mill I got, double down why not
177 Aston Martin cash and carry off the lot
They say money talk but listen Shorty
Cause, I talk a lot
Incredible, my pockets and a cherry red drop
Your money funny
Big diamonds in the words red boss
We're gonna be smoking the city when
I come kicking come and witness
8 hundred young women all here for Young Fif
Listen, if I really dig her
Let her meet my uncle Quincy
Catch up with me suckers gonna need
A solid month of Wendy
Many moons will it take you
Buffoons and many goons
Presents fill up any room
King back gimme room

Alright people
I wanna see you dance if your type forever
Get your hands up, say hey
And shawty you're looking good
Come here, let me see you dance
Now get ya hands up your hearts

I told the World what I'm gon do
Check the charts if you want proof
Number 1 and number 2, I'll take the rest
Don't mind if I do
Pull my seat up to this table in the game
Where's my food but frankly
I accomplished what they said I'll never do
Or maybe you've been sleeping or
Snoozing on me before
Or possibly, blocking me from opening doors
And everybody surprised now
3 years down the road
But where was everybody when
Albums wasn't in stores
Who cares if it ain't fair cause, I mean?
Bob on beast, Bob on blast
Bob is everything you say
It's finesse, an expression
An emphasis on my name
Talking record labels corporations
This is entertainment here is what I meant
They be like "hey Bob try this
Put on this shirt, put on these jeans
Put on this hat, that'd be the shit
Rap it like that, sing it like this
Yeah, yeah, yeah that'll be a hit
What's his name?"
Well I'm in my own lane and
That's why I ain't that"

Alright people
I wanna see you dance if your type forever
Get your hands up, say hey
And shawty you're looking good
Come here, let me see you dance
Now get ya hands up your hearts

Hey look, came on so hard
You don't see the star in me
Dro, I can do anything
You don't see the heart in me
Pressure becomes combustible
Wheels squeezing the arteries of haters
Plus my uncle is Quincy Jones so pardon me
I like riding a may
When it come to money boy, we got that?
Looking bad as ever
Mansion in the panAmerica
Why sick, I'm extravagant and clever
Will damage you, it's whatever
Grand Hustle Kings i won't get off the mic
Until that thing starts sizzling
Block you like a histamine
This is really history
Watch ya old lady 'fore I
Slip in with this hickory
Like Elmo y'all tickle me
Why I still be ripping beats
Backing fantastic
Tell me that you've been listening
White on white, drop back joint
TI in a ride out 2 of the best in the game
What you gotta decide about

Alright people
I wanna see you dance if your type forever
Get your hands up, say hey
And shawty you're looking good
Come here, let me see you dance
Now get ya hands up your hearts