You the type to make a thug nigga turn lub a dub
When I hustle, baby, I be thinking of you
There's one thing to know, we're next
There's no other couple that's fucking with we
Now, come a little closer, move your waist to the beat
Mami, let me tell you, I ain't nothing like these other scrubs
I'm always on the grind, don't spend a lot of time like we used to do
Shawty, I'm coming home to you
When we make love, have me weak at the knees
And when I hustle, baby, I be thinking of you
I'm always on the grind don't spend a lot of time like we used to do
And you know that's the truth
Car weather I'm hurt or safe in the streets
I don't wanna have to run these streets no more
But for now, girl, let's ride or die, [Incomprehensible] I'ma get you right
No matter my hustle, I'm coming home to you
And now be out in these streets 'cuz, baby, we got to eat
When we F U C K I N G in the treetop
And you know that's the truth
I've been all around the world before
In the winter on the carpet for heat when you sleep
No, I ain't Nelly but could make you holler e eye
And make me feel that I ain't as thug as I seem
But you should now there's one main thing, you're next
Shawty, I'm coming home to you
No matter my hustle, I'm coming home to you
I'll tell you, "Mami, don't worry I'm safe with the heat"
No matter my hustle, I'm coming home to you
The only thing that make a thug smile in his dreams
Count you a summer wardrobe come spring time
No matter my hustle, I'm coming home to you
Yeah, I'ma hustler but, baby girl, I wanna fuck with you
The more that we around gratify me love you
But I know you're the one for me, just stay good you'll see
The more I'm around gratify me to love you
Shawty, I'm coming home to you
But say it ain't tricking when I'm giving her G's
And you know that's the truth
I'm always on the grind, don't spend a lot of time like we used to do
When I hustle, baby, I be thinking of you
And you know that's the truth
And now be out in the streets 'cuz, baby, we got to eat
Baby girl, you be my queen
And now be out in these streets 'cuz, baby, we got to eat
If any brother could tell you, he do you better, he lie
The only female that could do what she please
This H U E Y, cowboy, he fly
And now be out in these streets 'cuz, baby, we got to eat
Bet you will feel special then ever when we ride
I got money to the hiz-eye, thats why I fly geez eye
