Hustlers Anthem Gucci Mane (Ft. OJ da Juiceman & T-Pain)

[Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman]
Hustle, Hustle, it's all about the hustle
Busta like a black jewel, use a little muscle
Working in my trap house doin' lotta numbers
She ain't got no money, girl, it's a lotta gumble
Smoking on good shit, ice like Alaska
Spend some Shoe Shopping, car like a NASCAR
Chain super heavy, catch me on WordStar
Young Juiceman in the club like a world bar
Workin' 6 cellphone, 9 in the morning
Bright bitch turnin', splash wit cold water
Poppa go dinin' Alligator order
Feel the tide dying & they actin' wit your daughter
Clean go nasty, just to go charge her
Pull up in the Honda, bitch due summer
Fall off in thе club, dog, ain't know frontin'
Hunnid thousand weekend and we gettin' monеy

[Chorus: T-Pain & Busta Rhymes]
You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (Frontin' on me!)
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be (What it's gon' be!)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yo)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yeah!)
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me