Yeaaaa
Ridin' 'round with my chopper
Yeaaaa
The hustler
I go by the name of Jag
Let's go!

Hook:
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka
My closet got more snicks than a fallaka
And every day I stub my face with steak and lobsters
Got a kilo on my wrist bitch I'm cashin' out
Got a kilo on my neck yes I'm cashin' out
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka

I'm high that's why I'll be in my zone
Grams of that grams daddy I'll be getting stone
This chicks are Mmm, daddy why you never call my phone?
Don't you kids got a damn daddy bitch leave me alone
I'm tryna hear your problems, I've got problems of my own
Like necessarily Siroccin' make some mollys with patron
If you fuck the first night and I might probably take you home
And if you swallow in the pipe then you could probly get a loan
You could owe me but you gotta blow me like a saxophone
'Cause you wasn't with me rappin on that microphone
Bitch, you need a lot but you don't think a lot
'Cause you drink a lot and smoke weed a lot
But I can tell you don't read a lot
'Cause you're talking stupid you need to stop
Just call me when you need the cop
And I'll call you when I'll need to pop
I need the guap so I need a chick
Don't need shit she just need the dick
The weed get lit so I'm passing on
But you about to put the classic out
I'm spazzing out, ain't never haz been
Another has been, I get the cash in so I'm cashin' out

Hook:
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka
My closet got more snicks than a fallaka
And every day I stub my face with steak and lobsters
Got a kilo on my wrist bitch I'm cashin' out
Got a kilo on my neck yes I'm cashin' out
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka

Louie's got the grams but still we gotta heat 'em
I'mma pill it if you say that I'mma deal your wrist watch
I'mma chill it, I'mma make you niggas feel it
If it's lookin', I'mma grill it, told you niggas I'mma kill it
Jag keep it real, chubby pocket swole up
The whole know as soon as we roll up
I'm like roll up, a ho hold up
Cuz these bitches out tonight, they know us
They lean on me, they, they called up
They stand around cuz we pulled up
I'm turnt up like so what
She movin fast but I slow like
She loose loose, fat open like Bruce Bruce
Fuck nearly she asked out
Cuz we rackin' up and we cashed out
Chubby

Hook:
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka
My closet got more snicks than a fallaka
And every day I stub my face with steak and lobsters
Got a kilo on my wrist bitch I'm cashin' out
Got a kilo on my neck yes I'm cashin' out
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka

Yea, Cassie the hustla
Chubby Jag, Lawson family
Ayo I went to the club and I've seen niggas go crazy off this record right here
But you got two types of people
You have people that just like to dance and have fun
But then you've got some people that like to hear lyrics
Hear bass and hear punchlines and shit like that
So now you've got the best of both worlds
You've got a record that you can dance and have fun to
And you've got a record that niggas jumped on and bought it
Yeaaaaa