Hustler’s ambition getting money is my intuition I’m on a mission woke up one day an quit bitching an got to paper clenching in the garage wrenching I don’t be in a gym benching don’t mention my name wen the feds come cuz I’m about to get a pension fuck the lame fuck the fake an the fame we are not the same big dog great Dane mutt fucking your slut got money in the bank still don’t act like my shit don’t stank I’m coming for the top rank skating on them like a ice rink I love fucking Skanks nail em like a planks I’m out before she even blanks always wear rubber to save my Private Ryan call me tom hanks tell them thanks you Gotta be nice cause some of these bitches got fangs suck you dry until you die to get a peice of the pie be at your funeral n not even cry That’s why I look at em an dont blink a eye just see me waving my money goodbye