Lyrics:

Slow in the air, cruisin' the sea
It's the American dream, angels in greed
Ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la
Hustler, hustler, hustler, baby
Frozen in the sea southern, cheddar, cotton, my gleam
Major players break 'em off, n-, that's my new team
Weed 'em down south, hustlers, baby
Large green lawns and pine trees
I find shawty on my right side enjoyin' the breeze
The top down on the bare ladder, yes, indeed
It's like I'm ridin' in slow motion
Visions of white beefs, margaritas and the ocean
It's just a laidback situation (yeah)
The vibe is on proper elation (yeah)
I'm on keen broad and the night is young
It's time to hit the club and get at my grind now
Slow in the air, cruisin' the sea
It's the American dream, angels in greed
Ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la
Hustler, hustler, hustler, baby
I'm at the ball, got on my foolish shades
Chillin' with my n-, don't know how to behave
I see this little shawty with her eyes on eggs
You know the heavy hustler, I'm gon' step away
(Yeah) hey, little girl, can I talk to you?
She started smilin' and said, 'I know you'
I saw you at the ball last week
Hangin' with your boys, lookin' so unique
So the game was slain, whisperin' in my ear said
She tired of the club, and she didn't wanna stay
Went to her house and said, 'Lingerie'
I told little shawty, 'Hey, girl, behave!'
We - for a hour or two (okay)
Broke 'em walls out, man, you'd know how I do (right now)
And when we got done, shawty was stretched out
That dude on her -, heavy hustler in the house
Slow in the air, cruisin' the sea
It's the American dream, angels in greed
Ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la
Hustler, hustler, hustler, baby
Wooly-wooly, them tight shows do somethin' to me
Bad boys swole in the French court
Old school, that Forstner T-shirt
Regular street attire, the puddin' work (what?)
Grind up, professional money finder
From the squats to the cater where you find us
63-70, it's tangerine
Wood grain in the bag and the bowl so clean
It's just a situation for a heavy hustler (yeah)
A real player to prime and tower papers
Cheddar for the love or the scene
Keep stackin' your paper, peaches and screen
Slow in the air, cruisin' the sea
It's the American dream, angels in greed
Ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la
Hustler, hustler, hustler, baby
Slow in the air, cruisin' the sea
It's the American dream, angels in greed
Ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la, ah, la-la
Hustler, hustler, hustler, baby