Return Of The Hustle (From Nothin To Somethin 2007)

Текст песни Fabolous and Swizz Beatz - Return Of The Hustle (From Nothin To Somethin 2007)

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Get your money in the air like this (yeah, yeah)
Fab Time, BK
We fi' knock this out, homie (yes)
Street da-da-da-da-damn (yes)
Aye, it's a new year, and I'm back for new money
Just, I think I left somethin' (Just Blaze!)

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
It's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all, yup
Get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all, yup
Get that money, yup, dollar, dollar (yes) bill, yup, yup

It's the return of the young hustle
A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle (yeah)
Me I'd rather do my lip lashin' (yes), when the chips cash in
Then you might see me on the strip flashin'
Like Vegas lights, and they say I shine Vegas bright
Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight
So shit, gettin' hit in my leg is light
I mean it coulda been a 2Pac Vegas night

Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening
(Baby, you okay?) I mean well I'm breathin'
Hell I'm even, bosser than I left
The money ain't right, then I toss you to the left
Yes, to the left, to the left
Everything is hustle to the death for the F-
A-B baby, they be lazy
Gucci straightjacket 'cause I may be crazy

Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper
This a new year, but I recycle for the paper (uh-huh)
If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper (uh-huh)
So have my check right, no typos with the paper (come on, man), please

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M (come on)
It's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all, yup
Get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all, yup (come on, man)
Get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, hot shit

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M (come on)
It's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all, yup (yeah)
Get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill (yes), y'all, yup (yes)
Get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, yup, yup (hands in the air)

They say the rap game remind 'em of the crack game
That's why they money go quicker than a crack high
My money stack high, how high? Shaq high
Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high
You lookin' at your new hustle, like your last hustle
Was looked at as Russell, in my past hustle
Shorty work it, she be on her ass hustle
She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles

Fast rush you, then back to the money
They say I'm frontin', can't turn my back to the money
And truthfully you're cool, but I'm attracted to money
So why don'tcha turn your back to the money and let it shake
I'm lovin' how you move that smooth, you let it snake
But players don't chase at it, baby, we let it make
Bet it make sense when you make them dollars (yup)
I ain't gotta make them move, but I make them holla (yup)

This my year, but y'all can help me celebrate
I'm 9:15, that means I'm hella straight
Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks (yeah)
I'm back for my money (yes), it's just they luck (come on, man)

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M (come on)
It's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all, yup
Get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all, yup (come on, man)
Get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, hot shit

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M (come on)
It's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all, yup (yeah)
Get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all, yup (yes)
Get that money, yup (Just Blaze) (Fab, hands in the air), dollar, dollar bill, yup, yup (Swizzy)

Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Let me see it up, let, let me see it up (come on)
Let me see it up, let, let me see it up (get on the jet, nigga), ladies
Money in the air, m-m-money in the urr-urr
Money in the air, m-m-money in the urr-urr
Money in the air, mo', money in the air
Let me see it up, nigga, you don't need that dough
You don't need that, you don't need that, you don't need that
You don't need that dough