Hustle Hard Remix - Ace Hood, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne

Okay, I’m booked out until August

Show money deposits

See the shit then I cop it

Got but a house note in my pocket

I’m on South Beach with the top off

Bad bitch and her ass soft

Something outta that catalog

She introduced to that lockjaw

And I think her name was Lisa

Or maybe it was Sheila

My chevy sittin' too high

I call that Wiz Khalifa (ahh)

And I’m all about the new Franklins (franklins)

Ain’t talkin' Aretha

Bitch my league too major

I’m hip-hop Derek Jeter (woo)

And I’m still feeling my pockets

Big bass and it’s knocking

Yeah this be the remix

But still ride around with that rocket

I’ll go walking back to my household

«We The Best» be the logo

Hundred grand for that neck glow

All about the dinero

Nigga flow so retarded

We be getting gnarley

Woah Kemosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause it’s the

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

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

Maybach Music

24′s on my Bimmer (woo)

You never know when I slide up

19 in my nina (woo), red dot when I ride up

Hundred deep in that K.O.D

King Of Diamonds that’s me nigga

No, you bitches can’t hit my weed

Choppers only thing free niggas (huh)

Step to me and I teach you (huh)

Somebody text his preacher (huh)

Straight drop in my beaker

Ace knocking my speakers (huh)

Last night I counted 1 mill

This morning 1−50

Pussy niggas can’t count me out, don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah

V12 for the Chevy (woo)

Jet blue, forget it (woo)

Rolex embedded (woo) with princess and baguettes (yeah)

Same old brick, but’s it’s different yay

Yeah that’s candy paint, On my 7 Tre

Huh

Uh same old shit (shit), 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 gon do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (hard)

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (hard)

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (hard)

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard (yeah)

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 fuck 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 niggas chicken: pollo

Nigga LIV on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday

Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy

Got a big house with a backyard, fish tank with sharks in it

Real nigga, I’m authentic

I’ll fuck the bitch 'til she short-winded

Got a bad bitch who be bartending

Couple homies that gang bang

I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train

Free my nigga T. I

SooWoo to the beehive

Got a G6 and a G5

You pussy niggas you feline

Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley

Woah kimosabe, I’m with Mack, Fuccus, and Marley

Cause it’s the same old shit, just a different day

Out here tryna get it, each and every way

Mama need a house, baby need some shoes

They want that Carter IV, bitch, it’s coming soon

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

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard