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

Hustle Hard Remix

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