Hustle Hard (Remix) Ace Hood (Ft. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)
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[Intro: Ace Hood & Lil Wayne]
G-Mix, how I do it
Hustle, hustle, hustle, (yeah)
Hustle, hustle, hustle, (G-Mix)
Hustle, (this da remix)
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Uh
[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (Shoes, okay)
Times are getting hard (hard, okay), guess what I'mma do (What's that?)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Okay, hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (It's the good, hard)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Okay, I'm booked out until August, show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it, got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on South Beach with the top off, bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalog, she introduced to that lockjaw
And I think her name was Lisa, or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high, I call that Wiz Khalifa (Ahh)
And I'm all about the new Franklins (franklins)
Ain't talkin’ Aretha, bitch, my league too major
I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter (woo)
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's knocking
Yeah, this be the remix, but still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household, “We The Best” be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow, all about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded, we be getting gnarley, woah, Kemosabe
It be me, Ross, Weezy party 'cause it's the
G-Mix, how I do it
Hustle, hustle, hustle, (yeah)
Hustle, hustle, hustle, (G-Mix)
Hustle, (this da remix)
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Uh
[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (Shoes, okay)
Times are getting hard (hard, okay), guess what I'mma do (What's that?)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Okay, hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (It's the good, hard)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Okay, I'm booked out until August, show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it, got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on South Beach with the top off, bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalog, she introduced to that lockjaw
And I think her name was Lisa, or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high, I call that Wiz Khalifa (Ahh)
And I'm all about the new Franklins (franklins)
Ain't talkin’ Aretha, bitch, my league too major
I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter (woo)
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's knocking
Yeah, this be the remix, but still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household, “We The Best” be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow, all about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded, we be getting gnarley, woah, Kemosabe
It be me, Ross, Weezy party 'cause it's the
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