CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : PURPLE BAPE CAMO
If the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
Nah, if the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
Yo, the squad got no crutches
Won’t let, highs and lows budge us
Money come money go, but want my time that price ain’t low-budget, with whole judgment
Try to humble self but want my pride have to pry from my cold clutches
I’m a thoroughbred, head spinning caught up in the whirlwind
Purple BAPE camo on the roof, like I’m perching on the world’s edge
This that motherf**king hustler music
Back against the wall so long I’m accustomed to it
Found what the difference ‘tween us and you is
Guess diamonds in the rough need custom jewelers
Yo, don’t try me, pop up on my just to-do list
I catch bodies just to do it
Treat ya’ career like archaeologists, I’d have to dig you up to prove
That you were ever here, then brush off the dust and ruins
And shed a tear for everybody on my pen, don’t call out names
Everybody on my end is not gon’ change
That’s on my name, on my grave
I made myself fine by me if that’s all I made
If the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
Nah
If the money don’t move, had to bust my own moves
I be coming home soon, stomach rumbling had me hungry with no food
Use failure as fuel, I’m running low too
We treat roadblocks like f**k it, go through
Fact is no status symbols can factor into that it factor, if you don’t have it in you then that’s the issue
Can’t handle it can you?
Reading by candlelight at candlelit vigils, hand on my pistol
Feels like a different frequency my higher self’s tapping me into
Can’t relate you don’t have to pretend to
It’s the Age of Aquarius, rose from the graves that they buried us
With ghosts of ancient Native Americans racing on chariots
Energy’s forever, it’s why the hustle won’t die
Can’t believe what I hear and barely trust my own eyes
Can’t even believe that I’m here, cut some close ties
At the end of my rope while my demons tug at both sides
But if the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
If the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
I won’t budge, gotta get it by any means (hold up)
It ain’t about business I’m in the breeze like winter leaves
The winner’s circle, no switching teams
We think it’s thieves at the crucifixion but this is fiction-free
Third album this year, a different breed
They ask if I get fatigued and when I sleep, rather live my dreams
Wooh, y’all must be higher than expectations my pen exceeds
Don’t throw subs if you within reach
I’ll sneaky sneaky ‘til I pop up like the butler in Mr. Deeds
Been a minute since anyone’s been in my league
Now it seems they hate that I’m back going in like when I fight with my b*t*h and leave and forget my keys
Tinted windows, switching speeds
And relationships that treat each others’ lives like rivers that interweave, what December brings
Withered trees, a hope in a distant spring
In the meantime let’s get this cheese
If the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
Nah, if the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
Can’t keep a hustler down (“this that motherf**king hustler music”)
You can’t keep a hustler down (“this that hustler music”)
Can’t keep a real one down
Can’t keep a hustler down (“this that motherf**king hustler music”)
You can’t keep a hustler down (“this that hustler music”)
Can’t keep a real one down
Nah, if the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
Yo, the squad got no crutches
Won’t let, highs and lows budge us
Money come money go, but want my time that price ain’t low-budget, with whole judgment
Try to humble self but want my pride have to pry from my cold clutches
I’m a thoroughbred, head spinning caught up in the whirlwind
Purple BAPE camo on the roof, like I’m perching on the world’s edge
This that motherf**king hustler music
Back against the wall so long I’m accustomed to it
Found what the difference ‘tween us and you is
Guess diamonds in the rough need custom jewelers
Yo, don’t try me, pop up on my just to-do list
I catch bodies just to do it
Treat ya’ career like archaeologists, I’d have to dig you up to prove
That you were ever here, then brush off the dust and ruins
And shed a tear for everybody on my pen, don’t call out names
Everybody on my end is not gon’ change
That’s on my name, on my grave
I made myself fine by me if that’s all I made
If the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
Nah
If the money don’t move, had to bust my own moves
I be coming home soon, stomach rumbling had me hungry with no food
Use failure as fuel, I’m running low too
We treat roadblocks like f**k it, go through
Fact is no status symbols can factor into that it factor, if you don’t have it in you then that’s the issue
Can’t handle it can you?
Reading by candlelight at candlelit vigils, hand on my pistol
Feels like a different frequency my higher self’s tapping me into
Can’t relate you don’t have to pretend to
It’s the Age of Aquarius, rose from the graves that they buried us
With ghosts of ancient Native Americans racing on chariots
Energy’s forever, it’s why the hustle won’t die
Can’t believe what I hear and barely trust my own eyes
Can’t even believe that I’m here, cut some close ties
At the end of my rope while my demons tug at both sides
But if the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
If the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
I won’t budge, gotta get it by any means (hold up)
It ain’t about business I’m in the breeze like winter leaves
The winner’s circle, no switching teams
We think it’s thieves at the crucifixion but this is fiction-free
Third album this year, a different breed
They ask if I get fatigued and when I sleep, rather live my dreams
Wooh, y’all must be higher than expectations my pen exceeds
Don’t throw subs if you within reach
I’ll sneaky sneaky ‘til I pop up like the butler in Mr. Deeds
Been a minute since anyone’s been in my league
Now it seems they hate that I’m back going in like when I fight with my b*t*h and leave and forget my keys
Tinted windows, switching speeds
And relationships that treat each others’ lives like rivers that interweave, what December brings
Withered trees, a hope in a distant spring
In the meantime let’s get this cheese
If the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
Nah, if the money don’t move, then I won’t budge
Can’t keep a hustler down (“this that motherf**king hustler music”)
You can’t keep a hustler down (“this that hustler music”)
Can’t keep a real one down
Can’t keep a hustler down (“this that motherf**king hustler music”)
You can’t keep a hustler down (“this that hustler music”)
Can’t keep a real one down
