[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm, every day I'm
Every day I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard (Rick Ross, Triple C's)
Hustle, hustle real hard (Port of Miami, Poe Boy)
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (305 M-I-Yayo)
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (Dade County)
Every day I'm, every day I'm (This Ross)
Every day I'm hustlin'
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
Look ya dead in ya face now tell me how good does it taste
Willy Falcon, I'm the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
My shit bigger than yours, at the biddin' wars
I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just a bigger draw
I'm into distribution, I'm like Def Jam
Release fish scales, scales on my desk man
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm, every day I'm
Every day I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard (Rick Ross, Triple C's)
Hustle, hustle real hard (Port of Miami, Poe Boy)
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (305 M-I-Yayo)
Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (Dade County)
Every day I'm, every day I'm (This Ross)
Every day I'm hustlin'
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
Look ya dead in ya face now tell me how good does it taste
Willy Falcon, I'm the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
My shit bigger than yours, at the biddin' wars
I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just a bigger draw
I'm into distribution, I'm like Def Jam
Release fish scales, scales on my desk man
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