Ace Hood, Lil Wayne and Rick Ross - Hustle Hard [Remix]
G-mix, I do it(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
Yeah, G-mix, this the remix (hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
Uh
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes, okay)
Times are getting hard (hard, okay), guess what I'ma do (do, what's that?)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard, okay)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard, this the good)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard (God damn)
Okay, I'm booked out until August (ah)
Show money deposits (woo)
See the shit then I cop it
Got 'bout a house note in my pocket
I'm on South Beach with that top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa (Lisa)
Or maybe it was Sheila (uh)
My Chevy sittin' too high (woo)
I call that Wiz Khalifa (ah)
And I'm all about there them Franklins (Franklins)
Ain't talkin' Aretha (no)
Bitch, my league too major
I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter (woo)
And I'm still feeling my pockets (pockets)
Big bass and it's knockin'
Yeah, this be that remix
But still ride around with that rocket (brrat)
Nigga, welcome back to my household
"We The Best" be that logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the Dinero
Nigga flow so retarded ('tarded)
We be getting gnarly (say what?)
Oh Kemosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party
'Cause it's the
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard, huh)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard, you know I love this, nigga)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard, I got it, ha)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
24s on my Beemer (woo)
You never know when I slide up (woo)
19 in my Nina, red dot when I ride up (woo)
Hundred deep in that KOD
King Of Diamonds, that's me, nigga
No, you bitches can't hit my weed
Choppers only thing free, nigga (huh)
Step to me and I teach you (huh)
Somebody text his preacher (huh)
Straight drop in my beaker (beaker)
Ace knocking my speakers (huh)
Last night, I counted one mill
This morning one-fifty
Pussy niggas can't count me out
Don't make me hurt your feelings, ah
V12 jetted (woo), jet blue, forget it (woo)
Rolex embedded (woo) with princess and baguettes (huh, yeah)
Same old brick, but it's different yay (yay)
Yeah, that's candy paint (paint), on my 7 Tre
Uh, same old shit (shit), just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what we gon' do?
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard (yeah)
Okay, now black card in my pocket, ridin' round in that 'Gatti
Pistol off my boxers, I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a redbone, she look tropic, if she fuck me right then she shopping
Young Money we poppin', I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's Polo, grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks, you niggas chicken, pollo
Nigga LIV on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a backyard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga, I'm authentic, I'll fuck the bitch 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartendin', couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga TI, Soo Woo to the B-hive
Got a G6 and a G5, you pussy niggas, you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarly
Oh Kemosabe, I'm with Mack, Fuccus and Marley
Cause it's
Same old shit (shit), just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
They want that Carter IV, bitch, it's comin' soon (hustle)
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Written by:
Lexus Lewis, Antoine McColister
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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