ace hood - hustle hard lyrics
hustle hard
(feat. swizz beatz)
(hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
[chorus:]
same old sh-t, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what i’m a do
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
big bank in my pocket
double up with my profit
see this sh-t than i cop it
gimme that there and than drop it
homie, hold up with my mojo
peep the whip and the logo
24’s and they low pro
i bet she f-cking, i know so
n-gg- ain’t no doubt about it
riding round with that rocket
load it up and i c-ck it
send bout a couple off in your nog
and hear them 808’s and they knocking
whole club and they rocking
rose in them buckets
all my homies up in here vibing
n-gg- big sh-t in my household
real n-gg-s i die for
creeping off in that tahoe
all about de l’argent
n-gg- don’t stop the party
we be getting gnarley
old kimosabe homie’s chiefing cause i’m marley
this is the same old sh-t
[chorus]
[swizz beatz:]
i think i’m from kingston, jamaica homes
cause i got 10 jah and 10 om’s
i don’t leave the crib without my chrome
i keep blowing up, like my mobile phone
them l red bottoms, i designed em homes
i spiked them whole d-mn shoe for you -ssholes
i used to stunt my black card for my new broads
now i just whip the four-door, oh my gosh
the [?] aston, i did that too
wait til we come with matt reds and matt blues
i’m an empire, you a little boy
got a lamborghini, that’s my son’s toy
where the flip did i get that paper
shades on i can’t see you haters
taking off when i see you later
i-i-i hustle paper
[chorus]
[ace hood:]
okay now, all i know is hustle
get it off the muscle
block is my attire
keep them sticks off in that cupboard n-gg-
i be going hard, b-tch 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
f-ck you other guys
p-ssy telling lies
homie, free my n-gg- ag
f-ck you n-gg-s pay me
swagging in my saline
two door coupe mercedes
i am too much for you buster’s
b-tches i don’t trust em
f-ck em once, i f-ck em
l-st em never love em
they won’t play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
make my b-tches stomp her
alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
drive it, bet i own it
money is involved, bet i 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
[chorus]
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