Lyrics:

[Intro]
Woo! Woo!
Ayo man, I feel like I've been humble too long
I'm too humble man, fuckallthat humble shit,uh

[Chorus]
Fuck bein' humble, put your moneywhere your mouth is
Matter fact make it double, blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (Skrt)
Baby I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal then it's back to the hustle (Huh?)
Fuck bein' humble, blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (Woo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (Woo)
Gang gang out the jungle (Gang)
. 30 Glock we a couple
More money more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (Woo)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get it by any means
Buildin' hope but got plenty dreams
Turtle to a rabbit, even when I walk, still in the lead
Lil' niggas better take it ease, treatin' life like baby boy
Give her head then I take the keys
Bend the block like she bend her knees
My presence speak for me I don't even gotta say a word (Shh)
My hitter sweep for me all I gotta do is say the word
Used to hustle out the Chevy Cruise, couldn't play the curb (Skrrt)
The game will teach you a lot but you gotta play to learn (Facts)
Paper cuts when I count it up (Huh?)
Skyscrapers when I pile it up (Huh?)
Double cup when I brown it up (Huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga crown me up (Huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga crown me up (Huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga crown me up (Huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga crown me up (Huh?)

[Chorus]
Fuck bein' humble, put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact make it double, blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (Skrt)
Baby I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal then it's back to the hustle (Huh?)
Fuck bein' humble, blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (Woo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (Woo)
Gang gang out the jungle (Gang)
. 30 Glock we a couple
More money more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (Woo)

[Verse 2]
I'm motivation for my people (Yes)
Yeah we different but we equal (Yes)
Eye to eye with the real, the fake niggas I can see through (Huh?)
I hate payin' bills, yeah I'm rich but I'm cheap too
Food stamps out the [?], oh well man, that's free food, yeah

[Bridge]
I can't change, I can't change my ways
That's my wristlet, and yes I'm rich bitch
And that's [?]
I stay in my lane, I drink away my pain
Matter of fact pass me that bottle, I need to pour up

[Chorus]
Fuck bein' humble, put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact make it double, blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (Skrt)
Baby I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal then it's back to the hustle (Huh?)
Fuck bein' humble, blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (Woo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (Woo)
Gang gang out the jungle (Gang)
. 30 Glock we a couple
More money more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (Woo)
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