Hustlers Anthem lyrics

[Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman]
Hustle, Hustle, it's all about the hustle
Busta like a black jewel, use a little muscle
Working in my trap house doin' lotta numbers
She ain't got no money, girl, it's a lotta gumble
Smoking on good sh*t, ice like Alaska
Spend some Shoe Shopping, car like a NASCAR
Chain super heavy, catch me on WordStar
Young Juiceman in the club like a world bar
Workin' 6 cellphone, 9 in the morning
Bright b*tch turnin', splash wit cold water
Poppa go dinin' Alligator order
Feel the tide dying & they actin' wit your daughter
Clean go nasty, just to go charge her
Pull up in the Honda, b*tch due summer
Fall off in thе club, dog, ain't know frontin'
Hunnid thousand weekend and we gettin' monеy

[Chorus: T-Pain & Busta Rhymes]
You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (Frontin' on me!)
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be (What it's gon' be!)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yo)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yeah!)
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me
[Post-Chorus: T-Pain]
It's the anthem like
La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la!
I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!)
La, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog
La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la!
I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!)
La-yeah, la-yeah, la! I keep hustlin dog (La! La!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I Hustle like Busta, I'm icy like Busta
Now bring your girl around, Gucci, cause I might f*ck her
So Icey boy, baby, everything groovy
Hat to the shoes, baby, everything gucci
Toasty the Toosty the case feel goopis
Eazy-E droptop call the car "roofless"
Rap star ice butter, trap star life
40 in my 11 ride case I wanna roll dice
50 in my back take a rockstar wife
Big G's on bread wanna have a food fight
Anytime in a place we can have a money fight
Brought a mill, two days, four shows, three flights
Gucci Mane, Busta Bus, DJ play it loud
Jewelry so loud think we need to turn it down
A-Town, Hulk sh*t, New York, nick sh*t
Busta Rhymes it's Gucci & I'm still on Zone 6 sh*t
[Chorus: T-Pain & Busta Rhymes]
You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (Frontin' on me!)
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be (What it's gon' be!)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yo)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yeah!)
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me

[Post-Chorus: T-Pain]
It's the anthem like
La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la!
I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!)
La, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog
La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la!
I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!)
La-yeah, la-yeah, la! I keep hustlin dog (La! La!)