Over Here Hustlin’ Birdman & Lil Wayne

[Chorus]
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Now, ho, don't ask me what I'm doin', that's me in the hook
And I just keep on kickin' it, kickin' it, like a knee and a foot
Yes, Wayne straight like a ki' of that good
And if your bitch don't know the rules then I will read her the book
I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet
I got the key to success, get money, invest
Re-up with the rest, I got a sweeter connect
That means my weed is the best, junkie even the stress
Okay, the coupe is ridiculous, and the Jeep is a mess
Let's call my bullets a lump, 'cause I put 'em deep in your neck
Adam's apple meet banana clip
You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls
Yeah that's my word, that's my word, know I wouldn't front for y'all
It's money over everything, and bitches under all
M.O.B!