Don’t Hustle Again Rick Ross & Birdman (Ft. Kevin Rudolf)

[Intro:]
This shit classic, this H
This for all the hustlers
It's for the real ones
Money over the best pussy
Family over money, we hustling

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Money that's my life, money that's my light
My money make me mad, my money make me right
My money make me laugh, my money make me cry
My money is my love, for money you will die
Illiterate thugs down for cigarette buzz
Minding my life in prison so I'm living it up
Red champagnia, to celebrate
Triple ccmb, we selling weight
Organized crime, organized mind
One bird call you shot 45 times
45 fully, fully automatic
Bitch is fully loaded, if you want it, you can have it
I'm a grind till my cheese straight
Thinking back to the days when my mama used to say

[Chorus: Kevin Rudolf]
I've got to hold on
Don't, don't hustle again
Hold on me, I've got to hold on
Don't, don't hustle again
Cause I can't breathe
I've got to hold on, hold on, hold on
Me, I've got to hold on
Don't, don't hustle again
Don't, don't hustle again