Queen 'Mani

[Chorus] The world is filled with kush and blow Hustling is all I know The streets is mine, can't you see? I'm about my money [Verse 1] The world is filled with kush and blow Yeah I'm just telling you what I know Thanks to baking soda, turned two to four Fiends still kick down the door, lookin' for more You can call me the hustle man, I know how to stretch out a rubber band It all started off, it was hand to hand Now I'm the man with grams Now I'm the man with the foreign cars Myrtle Beach tour with [?] Them girls was our's I had Rémy in my system, just like B.I.G. shit Fucked 'em, then I dissed 'em L.A. Confidential roll, up in the air, Staple Center, number 24 I got it way cheaper, homie If the feds find out, they gon' put a sleeper on me [Chorus] The world is filled with kush and blow Hustling is all I know The streets is mine, can't you see? I'm about my money [Verse 2: Benny The Butcher] Watch me fit a few stacks in my new denim Who are you kidding? Chains keep a few kittens Read my resume, shootings and a few chickens Got my suit fitted, now I'm tryna do business I'm in the streets shit, my Virginia Beach, bitch Never seen dope, never drove a V6 I see shit like Paulie did in Goodfellas Another Henry Hill was hard to keep a good fella I would get ya, but I'd rather let the wolves get ya Take you for a ride, you die 'fore the hook catch up Look at the hood, know I promised them I would never Blowing kush, beat knocking like a woodpecker We take big risks, I can't skip this It's a white girl in the trunk, Kate Winslet Yeah, I see money like G money My next life I might be money [Chorus] The world is filled with kush and blow Hustling is all I know The streets is mine, can't you see? I'm about my money [Verse 3: Armani Caesar] New [?] new purse [?] new work Matter fact got a mans in Newark He said come holla at him, I'm looking for new work See I could keep it real with you, but the truth hurts Lotta bitches now too fake like a tooth hurt Used to tape them packs to my thigh for that new purse Just to keep my mans block jumpin' like [?] The best bitch in N-Y, [?] crews first You haters wish I would die, I tell 'em you first I'm far from the same, but [?] in the game My delivery crazy, the bars are insane Do this for the Roxannes and the Tiffany Lanes Show 'em rappers much more than a stack or a chain From high price rap, I switch up the [?] Then to backpack you hoes, better stay in your lane [Chorus] The world is filled with kush and blow Hustling is all I know The streets is mine, can't you see? I'm about my money