Omar Offendum - Hustle On lyrics

Chorus: I got my - I got my sweet-water hustle on!!! (All Day) I got my - I got my rosewater hustle on!!! (Always) I got my - I got my pomegranate hustle on!!! (Hustle Onnnn!!!) I got my - I got my tamarindo my hustle on!!! (Yaoooo) The saint of (This ain't a) sham my boy (NOOO) No one can break it down like i can my boy (OHHH) Here - watch hold my camera boy (GOOO) I do the hustle like im Van McCoy (WHOA...) You know the feelin every man's enjoyed (SHO) I make an honest livin with my hands - employed (DOUGH) So yes i am annoyed … Go get ya hustle on or can the noise (shhhhhhh) Verse 1: Now i could sell a Bedouin a sandcastle With my hands shackled Convince 'em its a gla** palace When its ramshackle Think twice - fixed price When ya can't haggle Thick slice sit like Brisk nights in the panhandle Sweet tea Competition greets me Tryin to flip a cheap fee B/c they know they gettin manhandled (hey...) You Willy Lowman's need to know when It's time to cut your losses Go ahead - punch your bosses Thats word to MrTibbz I serve 'em till they nauseous Like Woody Boyd Witty pretty boy with the Narcicyst Stick to the script quick Sale dont tempt me Long-term growth's When the fares grow plenty See they can claim to have a ton & barely have twenty Concede its (can see it as) half full When its clearly half-empty Now put your cups up & flex that muscle long Remember that offendum said to go on & git that HUSTLE ON!!! Chrous: I got my - I got my sweet-water hustle on!!! (All Day) I got my - I got my rosewater hustle on!!! (Always) I got my - I got my pomegranate hustle on!!! (Hustle Onnnn!!!) I got my - I got my tamarindo my hustle on!!! I got my - I got my sweet-water hustle on!!! (All Day) I got my - I got my rosewater hustle on!!! (Always) I got my - I got my liqorish (3rq soos) hustle on!!! (Hustle Onnnn!!!) I got my - I got a Hibiscus hustle on!!! (Yaoooo) The saint of (This ain't a) sham my boy (NOOO) No one can make it sound like i can my boy (OHHH) Now this is how its goin down my boy (GOOO) I do the hustle like im Van McCoy (WHOA...) You know the feelin every man's enjoyed (SHO) I make an honest livin with my hands - employed (DOUGH) So yes i am annoyed Go get ya hustle on or can the noise (shhhhhhh) Verse 2: And no you can't knock it With any reasonable doubt The #1 pusha Easin it out Pourin my sugarwater pitcher Picture pleasin ya mouth But put'chya payment in my palm Dont go leavin without My keys & pound/spout With interest in me Livin without The riba no doubt With reason i could Freeze an account Optimize streamline Monopolize - truth Even it out The cost of lies - proof Believer devout Prophecise who? Im just tryina cop a fly soof What can i do? Peddlar of a funkdafied brew Customized to Deliver the dollars in response to The customers a' hollerin behind you Now mind you The market may take dips With bread chips like fondu & target your pensions With a penchant to starve you So git ya hustle on before you go & try to argue This a sample homey i ain't gonna charge you