G#m
Hit me
F#
  Right in the sternum this time, T-baby
    C#m                                 G#m
Shit, you already know, you already know
                      G#m
You already know, damn, shit
                    F#
This that hustler musik
                                             C#m
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music
                          G#m
So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn


[Verse 1]
   G#m                                              F#
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one

I'ma paint the city red with this one
     C#m
I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy
         G#m                                        
Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just
G#m                                         F#
  That persistence, with that commitment, if
                                        C#m
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
                                            G#m
I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne
                                                    G#m
And if the kid ain't right, then let me die on this song

See I be riding, just riding alone
        F#
With my daddy on my mind, like, "You gotta be kidding"
        C#m
How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?
            G#m
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
      G#m
Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me
       F#
That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the mothafuckin
C#m
  So I be, who I be, that's me
       G#m
That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the mothafuckin...

                 
[Hook]
G#m                                           
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#                                    
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
       C#m                                    G#m            
And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
                        
I'm taking these chances
   G#m                                       
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
   F#                                             
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
     C#m                          
Then I won't budge, won't budge
   G#m                       
No I won't budge, no, Lord

                    
[Verse 2]
G#m                                          
Money is the motivation, facing the avenue
F#                                                 
Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun
       C#m                                            
Got to run when I hear the bird call: (Brrrr!) Damn
G#m                                          
  Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off
         G#m                                        
You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (Ah-ahh)
          F#                              
Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it
               C#m                                      
Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in
G#m                                                   
I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in
G#m                                             
  Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof
F#                                                         
Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth
C#m                                  
  I'm like, "What it do, what it do"
          G#m                                               
There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two
       G#m                                            
If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second
     F#                                                 
Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing
C#m                                                        
I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing
                                                               
I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!

                 
[Hook]
G#m                                           
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#                                    
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
       C#m                                    G#m            
And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
                        
I'm taking these chances
   G#m                                       
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
   F#                                             
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
     C#m                          
Then I won't budge, won't budge
   G#m                       
No I won't budge, no, Lord

                    
[Verse 3]
G#m                                      
I ain't never killed nobody, I promise
      F#                                                   C#m       
And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track
                                      G#m      
And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!
                             
That boy'll lay flat, so flat
     G#m                                        
That act is what I perform amongst you haters
    F#                                     
Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating
      C#m                                           
Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?
        G#m                                   
Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in
       G#m                                       
Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba
F#                                           
Streets reply I look right in a four-seater
C#m                                          
You know I be out here, right in a four-seater
    G#m                         
Top floor of the Four Seasons
                             G#m                          
Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up
                   
And look I got some
F#                                             
  And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
C#m                                          
  See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up
G#m                                                          
We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up

                 
[Hook]
G#m                                           
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#                                    
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
       C#m                                    G#m            
And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
                        
I'm taking these chances
   G#m                                       
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
   F#                                             
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
     C#m                          
Then I won't budge, won't budge
   G#m                       
No I won't budge, no, Lord
G#m                                           
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#                                    
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
       C#m                                    G#m            
And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
                        
I'm taking these chances
   G#m                                       
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
   F#                                             
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
     C#m                          
Then I won't budge, won't budge
   G#m                       
No I won't budge, no, Lord

                  
[Outro]
G#m                                F#    
  Man, man, this be that hustler musik
                                             C#m         
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all
                              G#m           
So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all
                          G#m      
I'm asking y'all, please, please
                                  
Young Weezy got that hustler musik
      F#                                          
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik
     C#m                                 G#m                              
Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah
G#m                                       
  It's trill shit man, it's real talk man
F#                                                
  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
   C#m                                        
Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy
G#m                                                
  It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
        G#m                                              
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go
        F#                                                
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is
       C#m                                
Better guard your kids, guard your face
       G#m                                    
Better guard your body, we warned the place
   G#m                                           
We here! Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga