Part-Time Hustler
For a Part-Time Hustler, every day is sunny
Money comes in and outta my hands
In need of some walking around money
I wrap my cash in rubberbands
Chicks swarm like bees to honey
Got me feeling like a Part-Time member of a boy band
Product flying off the news stand
Kinda got me feeling like a Part-Time Paperboy
Hold my drink, let show u how to make real paper, boy!
Selling my product from my desk and on tha corner
Snitches meet the coroner
I make a phat stack
Then I go home and lay back
I wear rubbabands on my wrist
Owe a debt and get wrapped like a boxer's fists
Bein' a full timer is takin' a risk
But bein' a Part-Time Hustler is the sht
Copyright © Memphis Stacks | Year Posted 2007
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