
Hustle Hard Remix Jamie Drastik
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[Chorus]
Same old shit (Shit), just a different day (Day)
Out here tryna get it (Get it), each and every way (Way)
I just bought a house (House)
Mortgage payment due (due)
I'ma hit the road (road)
This what I'ma do (Do)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on the boulevard
[Verse 1]
I'm at these labels like, "What's up?"
Long way from a fuck-up, couple people's doors shut
Now they wanna hop on my tour bus
But this ain't no tour bus, this fan is fitting all us
They say that we some Rolling Stones
Or whatever it is you call us
Bitch, you hear that chorus, I'm representing all us
This is for that grind in every club we had to call up
Like we got your next performer
And we don't want no problems
Just some gas money and some girls and some bottles
If you want it, then I got it, no fucking doubt about it
I packed the inside of that club and wrap a line around it
Champagne And Cocaine, bitch, I'm Kurt Cobain
Try to hop on my track and I will derail your train
Same old shit (Shit), just a different day (Day)
Out here tryna get it (Get it), each and every way (Way)
I just bought a house (House)
Mortgage payment due (due)
I'ma hit the road (road)
This what I'ma do (Do)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on the boulevard
[Verse 1]
I'm at these labels like, "What's up?"
Long way from a fuck-up, couple people's doors shut
Now they wanna hop on my tour bus
But this ain't no tour bus, this fan is fitting all us
They say that we some Rolling Stones
Or whatever it is you call us
Bitch, you hear that chorus, I'm representing all us
This is for that grind in every club we had to call up
Like we got your next performer
And we don't want no problems
Just some gas money and some girls and some bottles
If you want it, then I got it, no fucking doubt about it
I packed the inside of that club and wrap a line around it
Champagne And Cocaine, bitch, I'm Kurt Cobain
Try to hop on my track and I will derail your train
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