Hustle Hard lyrics

by

Rick Ross


G Mix
I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(G mix)
This the remix

Same old sh*t, 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 I'ma do (what's that?)
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Okay, I'm booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the sh*t then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on south beach with the top off
Bad b*tch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalog
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My Chevy sittin' too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about them Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
b*tch my league too major
I'm hip hop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and its knocking
Yeah this be that remix
But still ride around with that rocket
n*gga walking back to my household
"We The best" be that logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
n*gga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarly
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy party 'cause its the

Same old sh*t, 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 I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Twenty fours on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K-O-D
King of Diamonds that's me n*gga
No you b*tches can't hit my beat
Choppers only thing free n*ggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my pika
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted one mill
This morning, one fifty
pus*y n*ggas can't count me out
Don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V twelve bugiddy jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, on my seven Tre

Same old sh*t, 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 gonna do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

OK, now, black card in my pocket
Riding round in that 'Gatti
Pistol off my boxers
I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she f*ck 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 n*ggas chicken, po' yo
n*gga live in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real n*gga I'm authentic
I'll f*ck the b*tches 'til she short winded
Got a bad b*tch who be bar tending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that b*tch with that Wayne train
Free my n*gga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G six and a G five
You pus*y n*ggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and Marley

Cause its the same old sh*t, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Carter Four, b*tch, it's coming soon

Same old sh*t, 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 I'ma gonna do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

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