Hustle hard (feat. swizz beatz)

by Ace Hood

[Ace Hood:]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)

Same old shit, 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 shit 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 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 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
Nigga big shit in my household
Real niggas I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about de l´argent
Nigga don´t stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Old kimosabe homie´s chiefing cause I´m Marley
This is the same old shit


[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 damn shoe for you assholes
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


[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 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 saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster´s
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, 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



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