Jem Cretes, Schoolboy Q - Hustle 101 lyrics

This is what I do
Turn nothin' into somethin'
If it ain't about money
Man you ain't sayin' nothin'
And you may catch me OT tryna flip though
You run up, say hello to my pistol
I rock it up, chop it up
I'm tryna move somethin'
I hit the stash, grab the bag
Gotta do somethin'
And once I get it, I'ma flip it
Stack it up or somethin'
I'm 'bout my money man, 'bout my money, man

Seen quiet days, loud nights
Made it easy for the boys to raid
Spray their ass with Raid
Dawg I ain't sayin' shit
Bread, look, I can teach you how to flip
Look, uh, hustle 101
First get a gun, hop out
Make all them niggas run
Two, look, make it to the dope spot
But watch out for the cops, aye
Watch out for the wooptie
Third, get an 8 ball to test it out
Make sure that this your route
If it don't work, tell 'em it's a drought
Fourth, look
Shit I ain't goin' back to fourth
You better have that bread or shit
It's over with your head
Realist shit I ever said
Nigga money over dead
Hoes you'd rather fuck instead, now repent
Death among gents
Smack 'em senseless and six inch shit
I told him keep his distance
Relentless for instance

This is what I do
Turn nothin' into somethin'
If it ain't about money
Man you ain't sayin' nothin'
And you may catch me OT tryna flip though
You run up, say hello to my pistol
I rock it up, chop it up
I'm tryna move somethin'
I hit the stash, grab the bag
Gotta do somethin'
And once I get it, I'ma flip it
Stack it up or somethin'
I'm 'bout my money man, 'bout my money, man

First you gotta move out of state with a tool
Catch a knot, turn a rule
When them sharks in the pool
Feds on attack where we clack for the food
Hustle 101: every day cash rules
This is how I'm pitchin', every day gettin'
My vision's so gangsta, my niggas so anchored
I'm from the trap house where the gats out
Bitter
We cash out sisters and we man out niggas
Wilmington's the city but I move so gritty
So quickly, no iffy, no murder, no pity
I'm I made, five way, and niggas wanna try J
Highways on Friday, like Cube, it's my day
Bitch niggas comin' short
Debo through your whole source
Fuck niggas wanna clown
Nigga I can muscle down
Nigga you ain't from my town
You hustle like your momma now
Your hustle with a swallow now, open up
Gobble down

This is what I do
Turn nothin' into somethin'
If it ain't about money
Man you ain't sayin' nothin'
And you may catch me OT tryna flip though
You run up, say hello to my pistol
I rock it up, chop it up
I'm tryna move somethin'
I hit the stash, grab the bag
Gotta do somethin'
And once I get it, I'ma flip it
Stack it up or somethin'
I'm 'bout my money man, 'bout my money, man