Less Talk More Hustle (Pt. 1) Red Cafe (Ft. Dave East)
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[Intro]
So here's me, the legend, pain in the ass, playin' Humphrey Bogart in the club
You know things tend to get real crazy after hours
So I bring in my peoples
Red Cafe, Dave East
It's a Brooklyn, Uptown thing (Get rich to this, get rich to this ah)
[Chorus: Red Café]
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (Go get 'em)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (New trip)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
[Verse 1: Red Café]
Ay
Flatbush boss, huh?
No days off, huh?
Been goin' hard all year, this the play-offs, huh?
They lightin' up my cash app, this the payoff, huh?
Slid solo, them other niggas fell off, huh?
I'm keepin' two hunnid, who want it?
When the hammers come out better act like Chris Breezy, run it
I do numbers better than Meyer Lansky, god damn me
Still fancy after hurricane Sandy
I'm hittin' licks out Russia
Not a trapper, I'ma hustler, uh
Make that money dance like Usher
I'm type stress, New York
Mellow left New York
It's Phil actin' like a whole hoe, no RuPaul
I still move more stuff than U-Haul
They don't know how I get it but they know I do ball
Less talk, more hustle
Pittsburgh bus with the rush, I won't fumble
Comin' out the jungle, hah
So here's me, the legend, pain in the ass, playin' Humphrey Bogart in the club
You know things tend to get real crazy after hours
So I bring in my peoples
Red Cafe, Dave East
It's a Brooklyn, Uptown thing (Get rich to this, get rich to this ah)
[Chorus: Red Café]
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (Go get 'em)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (New trip)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
[Verse 1: Red Café]
Ay
Flatbush boss, huh?
No days off, huh?
Been goin' hard all year, this the play-offs, huh?
They lightin' up my cash app, this the payoff, huh?
Slid solo, them other niggas fell off, huh?
I'm keepin' two hunnid, who want it?
When the hammers come out better act like Chris Breezy, run it
I do numbers better than Meyer Lansky, god damn me
Still fancy after hurricane Sandy
I'm hittin' licks out Russia
Not a trapper, I'ma hustler, uh
Make that money dance like Usher
I'm type stress, New York
Mellow left New York
It's Phil actin' like a whole hoe, no RuPaul
I still move more stuff than U-Haul
They don't know how I get it but they know I do ball
Less talk, more hustle
Pittsburgh bus with the rush, I won't fumble
Comin' out the jungle, hah
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