Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustlin', artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 22.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hustlin' |
| I’m out here, hustlin |
| I’m just thinkin 'bout gettin back home to you babe |
| I’m out here, hustlin |
| You see that’s how I’m able to send that little money to you |
| Hustlin — let’s get more freedom |
| In my future, so we can ball (out here) |
| So we can sip champagne, and puff that mary jane |
| And you can fly first class on an airplane |
| Jeah, ay, let’s go man |
| I remember comin up, used to hate to get on the bus |
| Dreams of gettin paid and makin the big bucks |
| Started to get a little then couldn’t get enough |
| Let me in, I’ma win nigga I don’t give a fuck |
| The environment sucks but the bread ain’t bad |
| The broads, don’t fuck 'em all but the head ain’t bad |
| I’m young, rich and legit; |
| think the Feds ain’t mad? |
| Haters are sick of the Six, so scared of the scad |
| Dag, damn nigga ya ain’t have to brag |
| This’ll never pay, remember when you said that bad? |
| The nigga still thinkin I blew up so fast |
| J. Geter, remember when you put up yo' last? |
| This for my niggas tryin to flip yo' cash |
| 'fore the Feds can get a chance to clip yo' ass |
| Get a lot of powder in a Ziplock bag |
| Wrist full of rubber bands, 40-cal's in the dash |
| Yo ay, ay, let me holla at 'em Gov'. |
| I know some people love me to death and there’s some that can’t stand me |
| Cause I got a big ass crib in Miami (what else?) |
| Another out in Cali, backyard so sandy (okay) |
| And most broads find it hard to understand me |
| But the same attitude that make crews goddamn me |
| Is the same ones that got me lookin cool at the Grammy’s |
| Haters wanna damage me but King you’ll never be |
| Shawty holla at me when you get your first felony |
| Then holla at me when you’ve been on Dave Letterman |
| Say they never seen a real nigga so elegant |
| Lames wanna hear that real shit and I’m tellin it |
| Trained the game to be sold and I’m sellin it |
| Chasin a Honda mil', that bullshit is irrelevant |
| We can race if you wanna, I bet on me and you’ll never win |
| Simply cause a loser’s somethin I’ve never been |
| If you doubt now holla back at 2007 then |
| Hustlin… out here… |
| Hustlin… out here… |