Hustle Hard Lyrics[Intro: Ace Hood]
(I Do It)
Hustle, Hustle
Hustle, Hustle
Hustle, Hustle
Hustle, Hustle
Hustle, Hustle
Ha!
[Chorus]
Same old shit (Shit), just a different day (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'mma do (Do)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Verse 1]
Okay, now big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this shit then I cop it
Gimme that-that there and then drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and that logo
24's and they low pro
I bet she fucking, I know so
Nigga ain't no doubt about it
Riding round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send bout a couple off in your noggin
Hear them 808's and they knockin'
Whole club and they rockin'
Rosé in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing
Nigga big shit in my household
Real niggas I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about that de l'argent
Nigga don't stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Ol' kimosabe homies chiefing like a Marley
Cause its the-
[Chorus]
Same old shit (Shit), just a different day (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'mma do (Do)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Verse 2]
Okay, now all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Block is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard, nigga
I be going hard, bitch I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy telling lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas pay me
Swagging in my Saleen
Two-door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you busters
Bitches I don't trust 'em
Fuck 'em once I fuck 'em
Lust 'em never love 'em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, better know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come-up
But its-
[Chorus]
Same old shit (Shit), just a different day (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'mma do (Do)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard4
