Jay Z I'm A Hustler Baby Lyrics
            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 f___ '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
            f___ it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
            Ma, but you really gotta ride nice d___
            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
        
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