Ace Hood - Hustle Hard Lyrics:
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Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Same old s**t, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I`ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don`t get fed on this boulevard
Big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this s**t then I cop it
Gimme that there and then drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and the logo
24`s and they low pro
I bet she f**king, I know so
Ni**a ain`t no doubt about it
Riding `round with that rocket
Load it up and I c**k it
Send `bout a couple off in your nog
And hear them 808`s and they knocking
Whole club and they rocking
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing
Ni**a big s**t in my household
Real ni**as I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about their Delogione
Ni**a don`t stop the party
We be getting naughty
Old kimosabe homie`s
Chiefing like I`m Marley
`Cause it`s the same old s**t, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I`ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don`t get fed on this boulevard
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle, black is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard, ni**a
I be going hard, bitch, I`m going hard
I just hit the mall, you just swipe the card
I`m with a couple Latin broads
I just do menage
F**k you other guys
Pussy telling lies
Homie, free my ni**a AG
F**k you, ni**as pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster`s
Bitches, I don`t trust `em
F**k `em once, I f**k `em
Lust `em, never love `em
They won`t play me for no sucker
Play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta omega
Better no one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved
Bet I know I`m on it
That`s wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I`m out here on the corner
But it`s same old s**t, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I`ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don`t get fed on this boulevard