Rick Ross - Hustle Hard lyrics

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Rick Ross - Hustle Hard lyrics

G Mix I do it (Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle) (G mix) This the remix Same old sh**, 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** then I cop it Got but a house note in my pocket I'm on south beach with the top off Bad b**h and her a** 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**h my league too major I'm hip hop Derek Jeter And I'm still feeling my pockets Big ba** and its knocking Yeah this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket n***a walking back to my household "We The best" be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the dinero n***a flow so retarded We be getting gnarly Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy party 'cause its the Same old sh**, 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***a No you b**hes can't hit my beat Choppers only thing free n***as 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 p**y n***as 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**, 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** 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***as chicken, po' yo n***a 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***a I'm authentic I'll f** the b**hes 'til she short winded Got a bad b**h who be bar tending Couple homies that gang bang I get on anybody track and hit that b**h with that Wayne train Free my n***a T.I SooWoo to the beehive Got a G six and a G five You p**y n***as 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**, 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**h, it's coming soon Same old sh**, 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