Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustle , by - Birdman. Song from the album Pricele$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Hustle |
| Yeah, just like priceless |
| Something you can’t see, nigga |
| Ya see times is hard as it is |
| That’s why I got girls and my girls got kids |
| And all I wanna do is handle my biz |
| And all I’m tryna do is whatever I did |
| Every day I been prayin' to you |
| I hope you hear everything that I’m sayin' to you |
| I get money, money, money, money, money, money |
| Money, money, money, money, money, money |
| Nigga, I don’t trust a soul so I ride alone |
| I keep my eyes in my rear-view ridin' home |
| See, I’m ready for whatever, understand me |
| Any situation, whatever the Lord hand me |
| We pull guns, you niggas don’t pull a damn thing |
| The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring |
| Roll the dice, man, we kill time gambling |
| W-wintertime, top down, nigga real arrogant |
| Big Money, so we blowin' it apparently |
| C-Cash Money, Young Money, yeah, it’s all a family |
| Birdman and Weezy, they payin' all salaries |
| And I’ma ride with 'em till they bury me |
| Ya see times is hard as it is |
| That’s why I got girls and my girls got kids |
| And all I wanna do is handle my biz |
| And all I’m tryna do is whatever I did |
| Every day I been prayin' to you |
| I hope you hear everything that I’m sayin' to you |
| I get money, money, money, money, money, money |
| Money, money, money, money, money, money |
| Livin' that life, livin' that life from under dem streetlights |
| But it ain’t bright enough to show me where I’m goin' |
| But I still find my way and when I do I keep goin' |
| And uh, a nigga wit strikes |
| Try me and your family don’t sleep right |
| Didn’t think I was tough enough to make it on my own |
| But I can get through anything if I done made it through the storm |
| And uh, now I’m killin' at night |
| Killin' that night-life on the east side |
| Leather on chrome |
| Television with the phone and the top is so gone |
| Ya see times is hard as it is |
| That’s why I got girls and my girls got kids |
| And all I wanna do is handle my biz |
| And all I’m tryna do is whatever I did |
| Every day I been prayin' to you |
| I hope you hear everything that I’m sayin' to you |
| I get money, money, money, money, money, money |
| Money, money, money, money, money, money |
| Yeah, flash the bright lights, nigga, smash on site |
| Born rich, bitch-nigga, live with no wife |
| Keep the pain of the price, prices with the dice |
| Give a fuck about your life rollin' railish stripes |
| High like a kite, G4 every night |
| Overseas money, bitch, we do it so right |
| Don’t do it right so we don’t it all |
| Money hard, bitch nigga playin' like a ball |
| Ball life, ya head life, ya gettin' getcha game right |
| Ya paid the price, hit ya up and laid you right |
| Twist ya life, nigga, we live in sunshine |
| 5-star condo and stay fly |
| Ya see times is hard as it is |
| That’s why I got girls and my girls got kids |
| And all I wanna do is handle my biz |
| And all I’m tryna do is whatever I did |
| Every day I been prayin' to you |
| I hope you hear everything that I’m sayin' to you |
| I get money, money, money, money, money, money |
| Money, money, money, money, money, money |