[Lyric] White Collar Hustler (Haydn Stone)

[verse 1: Haydn Stone]
White collar, bright scholar
Slight baller, I light collard
Greens in EZ's whenever the nights call us
Pass the torch, call me NightCrawler on a
Track of course, I'm back n forth
Nigga moves like the fastest Porsche
Like call the law, 911, dispatch the force
But naw, I got a hustle laws can't enforce
Collar never turned up, like the cash they caught
Nigga Haydn never last, they thought
But at last
Recognize the man in the sweater and the vans
Can't rock the slims 'cause my cheddar too advanced
Spark a slim hit the venue in a trance
Shorty can't stay, already had plans
This brand new system that my job trying to hookup
Plus, Ace wit the bass got some product to cook up so...


[HOOK:]
They can never throw cuffs on a brother
I'm a white collar hustler!
Cuss like a sailor, smoke like a muffler
Imma white collar hustler!
Feds scope the ride like it's dope inside, right?
Imma white collar hustler!
Pay em no mind, stay focused on my grind
I'm a white collar hustler!
[verse 2: Haydn Stone]
I'm up way before the birds chirp
Send a prayer up to God, His words work
Got me seeing more results than a word search
EZ's for results of my herb search
Purp, and no plastic when I'm rapping
Just jewel cases and the package that they rapped in
Grabbing cash and working through my passions
Grasping the secrets to war, and serving rations
But ya'll slacking, acting all feeble with it
There's no hope, the flow should have a needle with it
It's so dope, I'm flyer than a Eagles fitted
My waves be the sickest, I saw a seagull with it
I've gotta be the crispest
'cause presentation is the key to succeed in business
My education should prove that I'm no fool
I'm 22 but I move like a old dude, so what u gonna do? Huh?

[HOOK:]
They can never throw cuffs on a brother
I'm a white collar hustler!
Cuss like a sailor, smoke like a muffler
Imma white collar hustler!
Feds scope the ride like it's dope inside, right?
Imma white collar hustler!
Pay em no mind, stay focused on my grind
I'm a white collar hustler!
[verse 3: Haydn Stone]
My job's got me working projects
On the tech shit I'm just a work in progress
On the rap shit I'm hotter than you all get
Like early August
It's no sweat the way I open up the market
Just call it Target
'Cause I'm the boss, get the fuck out my department
We working hard 'cause we ain't accepting losses
And my delivery's direct as my deposits
I want stacks, tall as the China Wall
You trying to ball at the mall, I'm-a buy the mall
Like "No need to try em on, I'm-a buy 'em all
And leave 'em hot, like a nigga left the iron on
The way I peel off, you would think I'm ironed on
My style fresher than a white tee I ain't worn
And I ain't on the same shit that ya'll on
If I was ya'll, I would be the one I kept my eyes on

[HOOK:]
They can never throw cuffs on a brother
I'm a white collar hustler!
Cuss like a sailor, smoke like a muffler
Imma white collar hustler!
Feds scope the ride like it's dope inside, right?
Imma white collar hustler!
Pay em no mind, stay focused on my grind
I'm a white collar hustler!