Yg - Respect Her Hustle Lyrics

You look good, how you doing
what's ya name girl what's poppin?
I respect ya hustle, girl I can't knock it
She asked the lord why she livin
cause it ain't making no sense
She out here selling sex, trynna pay the rent

Now sex, a pay the rent
but see her parents don't even know that
She been through alot
but the way she look don't even show that
She used to strip but everybody know'er
so she don't wanna go back
And sadly her baby daddy, did her dirty like the flo mat
She be happy to pay the taxi
and take her where that dough at
She stressing from confession
she like keeisha where that dro at?
She think conversating with people
bout her problems is so whack

And she don't fck with them btcs
she think them btcs is toe back
She think the devil is a, friend
cause they way she been living
For the right price; she'll give you that sexual healing
Sexual feeling, sex and joke
let's get moe, powder & sniff it
Yup, now she tripping her mother; don't love her
So her mind in the gutter
and her big brother got 20 years for murder
She den been through, it all
nothing more could hurt her
But I respect her struggle so this what I told her

You look good, how you doing
what's ya name girl what's poppin?
I respect ya hustle, girl I can't knock it
She asked the lord why she livin
cause it ain't making no sense
She out here selling sex, trynna pay the rent
3 year old daughter, and her daddy's not involved
She say her, fraud he don't send no money he don't call
So she gotta go extra' hard extra' hard

She got 7 niggas, numbers so went she got home
She text em all
She like, what btc [?] get hit, nigga get the fck back
When it comes to letting her baby down
She like fck that
She live in the ghetto, she always wearing stillettos

She try, to live by the bible
but she get chased by the devil
She fck, a nigga, suck a nigga for no less than 300
Thinking bout, her daughter
prolly got her sick to her stomach
And that's, when she fck it; her mind she finna lose it
Fcking, all these niggas she out here feeling stupid

All these problems, with no one answer them
All these situations, with no one to manage them
Then she was finna, put the glock to her head
Til she met a real nigga and he said
You look good, how you doing
what's ya name girl what's poppin?
I respect ya hustle, girl I can't knock it
She asked the lord why she livin
cause it ain't making no sense
She out here selling sex, trynna pay the rent