Let's go
  Hov!
  Uh huh, Hov'
  You, are, not, ready
  Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova
    I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]
  I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]
  It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
  But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]
  Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
  But be who I am [you know you love me]
  And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
  You'll forget your man
  Now give it to me
  Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  But don't bullshit me
  C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
    [Verse 1]
  When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
  Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin
  I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
  Y'all be chasin, I replace them, huh?
  Drunk off Crist', mami on E
  Can't keep her little model hands off me
  Both in the club, high, singing off key
  "And I wish I never met her at all..."
  It gets better, ordered another round
  It's, about, to go, down
  Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
  Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
  What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
  Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
  Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
  Filth marked jeans, take that off
    Give it to me
  Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  But don't bullshit me
  C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  I said give it to me
  Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  But don't bullshit me
  Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
    [Verse 2]
  Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage
  Let's keep it real ma, you savin it for karats
  You wanna see how far I'ma go
  How, much I'ma spend but you already know
  Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
  Might buy you Crist', but that about it
  Might light your wrist, but that about it
  Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
  Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
  Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
  Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
  Get you bling like the Neptune sound
  Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
  Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul
  Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
  I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
    Give it to me
  Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  But don't bullshit me
  C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  I said give it to me
  Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  But don't bullshit me
  Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov']
  I just want you to know [Hov']
  It aint where I been
  But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']
  Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
  But be who I am [know you love me]
  And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
  You'll forget your man
    [Verse 3]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Same song, I'm back, been around the world
  Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
  From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
  The Venus in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin
  Can't deny me, why would you want to
  You need me, why don't you try me
  Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
    Give it to me
  Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  But don't bullshit me
  C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  I said give it to me
  Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
  But don't bullshit me
  Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
    You gotta...
  Give it to me
  Uh, uh huh