Born Hustla – Raja Kumari Lyrics

Mama said get out that bed and hurry

Gotta go make them dollas

Gotta hit’em with that heat

Gotta give the streets that heat

Mama said get out that bed and hurry

Gotta go make them dollas

Gotta hit’em with that heat (Born Hustla)

Gotta give the streets that heat

Rigid, Temp frigid

Get guap. Phone ring a ding

Army duffle with big locks

No peak of sleep. Gucci on the feet

Thick socks, plane taking off

Paris is the drop (oui, oui)

Real ones never sing for the opp

So the seams

So they never see the strings lose

and get in a knot

Running paper routes

Knowing that I can’t trip up

Whole family drips it from the sippy cup

Club going in, filled up with hooligans

Camouflage the evidence

now we on the move again

All types of contraband, mixed with that shit

They pop

That don’t distract what we came here to get

We locked

Respect my rasta boys

like to hold them reugers (reugers)

Know the Queen must retain them

designated shootas (shootas)

They want amnesty, Imma show up army deep

Either way you put it

Imma be a major chest piece

Mama said get out that bed and hurry

Gotta go make them dollas

Gotta hit’em with that heat

Gotta give the streets that heat

Mama said get out that bed and hurry

Gotta go make them dollas

Gotta hit’em with that heat (Born Hustla)

Gotta give the streets that heat.

Jackpot driver move the top.

We done went from winter to the hot.

All the profits from the capers,

we gone stash that.

(All the profits from the capers

we gone stash that)

Young Gods, schemin on the block

(Schemin with it)

In their eyes, I could see Pac

Keep the money movin,

I ain’t here to look back

(Keep the money movin

I ain’t here to look back)

I just gotta get back to the plane

Get my flight to move

Here they’re trying to shut down everything

Take my visa too

Running down the terminal

I just made it through the gate

Operation still in full effect to the next state

Mama said get out that bed and hurry

Gotta go make them dollas

Gotta hit’em with that heat

Gotta give the streets that heat

Mama said get out that bed and hurry

Gotta go make them dollas

Gotta hit’em with that heat (Born Hustla)

Gotta give the streets that heat

Light flashin on blue

Canines on loose

Big boys with the green badge

said the big bag won’t go through

(Tu, tu, tu, tu) Desmond Tutu

Might have to do a nightcap, on a red eye

Beirut

(shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot)

Oh shit, don’t shoot

Intel said the currency and

the wire all came through

Too hard to get killed, just moved 8 mil

Tell em quick, send the bulletproof

And hurry up and get here

Mama said get out that bed and hurry

Gotta go make them dollas

Gotta hit’em with that heat

Gotta give the streets that heat

Mama said get out that bed and hurry

Gotta go make them dollas

Gotta hit’em with that heat (Born Hustla)

Gotta give the streets that heat