Lyrics:

Gucci Mane, LaFlare Entertainment
Big Cat Records, I'ma show you how to hustle
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You a real trap nigga, get your hands up
You's a real trap nigga, get your hands up
You's a real trap nigga, get your hands up
Yo, show 'em how to hustle, Gucci

If you can't get right, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Nigga, grind all night, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Put your game down tight, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
It's an all-night flight, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle, yeah

I let my hater be my motivator
I got fifty pounds of purp in my 'frigerator, uh
So damn an investigator
When I re-up, they bring it in a tractor-trailer, uh
I'm the king of Decatur, man
Got that fruity dro, any kind of flavor, man, uh
Bubba Kush or the purple thrax
White Lionel, you ain't never heard of that, uh
I got them sevens for the buck fifty
One-twenty-five if a nigga fuck with me, uh
You doin' bad buyin' fifty slabs
I'm at Texaco buyin' all the sandwich bags, uh
Niggas chirpin' on my NexTel
'Gucci, what it look like?' Nigga, fish scale
Uh, I used to hold down the hotel
Now I'm a member of the Big Cat cartel

If you can't get right, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Nigga, grind all night, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Put your game down tight, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
It's an all-night flight, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle, yeah

I used to be the nigga with the dimes
Now I'm on the grind with the fours and the nines
Uh, they say it's Gucci time to shine
A young Black entrepreneur in his prime
Uh, a nigga gotta get the whole thing
Nineteen-five every time my phone ring
Uh, I got so much clientele
Black tee, black gat and a pocket scale
Uh, so I can't go broke, man
People know me as the dope man's dope man
Uh, I made this one for my folks, man
For the J's who be smokin' out of Coke cans
Uh, and they askin' for a wake up
You want a brick, I got you covered like makeup
Uh, so just come holler at your boy
You drop a couple of dollars, I'll get you coke, I'll get you boy

If you can't get right, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Nigga, grind all night, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Put your game down tight, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
It's an all-night flight, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle, yeah

I'm trapper, not a rapper
Whole thing, no shame, time to bust it out the wrapper, uh, uh
So I ain't gotta go plat'
I'ma make a half a mil' when my package get back, uh, uh
Gucci Mane on the track
I'm the next best thing since cooked up crack, uh, uh
I get my car washed free
'Cause the fiends in the hood, man, they really love me, uh, uh
Trash bag full of tree
Little boys say they wanna be just like me, uh, uh
I blew so much purp
Make a nigga in the hood think his scale don't work, uh, uh
Since I linked up with Big Cat
He told me I can't sell nothin' less than a ten pack, uh
My whole advance check, I spent that
A hundred bricks, fifty bales and my ten straps

If you can't get right, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Nigga, grind all night, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Put your game down tight, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
It's an all-night flight, I'ma show you how to hustle
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle, yeah