Lyrics to Hustle Hard (Remix): (feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne) [Ace Hood]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle) [Chorus]
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'mma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on
This boulevard [Ace Hood]
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
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 new 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'mma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on
This boulevard [Rick Ross]
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
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?, 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 [Lil Wayne]
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 [Ace Hood]
Closed mouths don't get fed on
This boulevard [Lil Wayne]
Ok, now, black card in my
Pocket
Riding round in that gotti
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 in 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, ?
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 For that Carter IV, bitch, it's
Coming soon [Ace Hood]
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'mma do... ,.,

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