Chip - Hustle Hard lyrics

[Chip] Same old sh** Just a different day Same n***a's hatin Just in different ways My sister getting big She's into Gucci shoes I buy her what she wants So guess what I'mma do [Hook] Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Hard Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Hard Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Hard Hustle, Hustle, Hustle Hard Okay, I just paid off my taxes My god it was a madness 80g's on clothes receipts, I swear down I ain't actin I made half a mil at 17 Made my whole hood talk about me 20 now I'm in a suite, I can't hear no talk about me AR and we rule sh**, Sammy still got a full clip Rumours of me getting taxed Mums life its all bullsh** Im tired of all these wash n***a's Why ya on me If ya got figures? Couple friends with them dirty pigs And I turned it into them wash figures In the west end, straight wiling Hennesey so im smiling I know I look like im slippin But I got friend beside on violence And I got a lightie on me, she's winding She probably got a good boyfriend The morale of the story is, keep your chick out the west end And its Chip n***a im insane I get ink, cause I like the pain I spent £6 on my white tee, but like 30g's on my chain So I don't give a f** what you b**h boys think Ill spend your pinky cost, on my drink So you can hate me, and I can hate you But you can't deny Im doing my thing n***a I go in, n***a I go wild I go blind, I go ray charles And I could send you n***as my stylist But you still wouldn't have my style Euros account, let that one pile Tell a ex girlfriend, look at me now I don't bare back none of these chicks So if I was them, I would keep my child Yeah the life I live is so crazy Shouts to my unborn babies (sorry) Lord forgive me I sin, but I will never let satan take me It ain't my fault the girls rate me Book me, f** me, pay me n***a my swag is hearable, I bet a blind chick would date me I ain't bragging dog its just life, I get more dislikes than likes I drop every gyal for every gyal now every gyals on a hype Keep your b**h, she ain't my type Dog I say and get what I like Man I git bu*ter pecans in MIA (PHOOOM) And I'm on a fly Yeah I get made love in that t Still shoppin with Green Haircuts in Finsbury Park, I know real g's in Hornsey Keep holy water in the basin Got a god son called Mason Bible at my bedside, with bullet pages for satan Category: