Hustle Hard (Remix) [feat. Lil' Wayne, Rick Ross] (Explicit)

歌詞

[Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting 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 [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] 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 that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something out of that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My chevy sitting too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I'm all about them Ben Franklins Ain't talking Aretha Bitch my league too major I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter And I'm still feeling my pockets Big bass and it's knocking Yeah this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket Nigga welcome back to my household We the Best be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the deniero Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Whoa Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy, party because it's the [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 24's on my Beamer 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 nigga No you bitches can't get my beat Choppers only thing free nigga Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted one mill' This morning one fifty Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt your feelings V12, Jet Blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it's different yay Yeah that's candy paint, On my seven tre [Chorus - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Okay now, Black Card in my pocket Riding around 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 popping 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 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 nigga I'm authentic I'll fuck the bitch till 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 Oh Kimosabe, I'm with Mack, ? and Marley Beause it's the same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes For that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon [Chorus]