Hustle Hard (feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross) - 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



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 off

Something outta that catalogue

She introduced to that lock jaw

And I think her name was Lisa

Or maybe it was Sheila

My chevy sittin' too high

I call that Wiz Khalifa

And I'm all about the ben Franklins

Ain't talkin' Aretha

Bitch my league too major

I'm hiphop Derek Jeter

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

Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause it's the



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



24's on my Beemer

You never know when I slide up

19 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 niggas

Step to me and I teach you

Somebody text his picture

Straight drop in my beaker

Ace knocking my speakers

Last night I counted 1 mill

This morning 150

Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya

feelings, ah

V12 bugiady, jet blue, forget it

Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes



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

Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre



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 we gon do



Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard



Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard



Ok, now, black card in my buggy

Riding round in that daddy

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 live on 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 bitches '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

Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and Marley



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

Out here tryna get it, each and every way

Momma need a house, baby need some shoes

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



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



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