Hustla's Holiday Lyrics - Jeezy

Grind never stop man 

I don't give a fuck how much money you got my nigga 

I don't give a fuck how rich you is nigga 

You still gotta hustle 

It's a holiday everyday nigga 

I got hustlin' on my resume 

I didn't think they'd never ever hear the hustler's say 

(That he didn't wanna hustle no more) 

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more 

And this a hustlin' holiday 

Wouldn't make it never ever hear a hustler say 

That he don't wanna hustle no more 

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more 

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We hustle on our birthdays, we hustlin' on Christmas 

Don't care if it's my worst day, the kid gone get their cream up 

Got eyes on the prize, yeah, eye of the tiger boy 

If we talkin' hustlin' you know who the messiah boy 

What a hustler need a bed for? I ain't tryna lay down 

When you on the come up, all I know is stay down 

You don't see me at the club nigga 

I don't see you at the bank though 

When I walk up in that bank nigga 

I walk in through that back door 

I can't I love the grind 

I can't even stay awake 

Here you go, I love you momma 

I even hustle on mother's day 

Kept me hustlin' Thanksgivin' 

Stack it like a black Jew 

Just know today a holiday for hustlin' niggas like you 

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I got hustlin' on my resume 

I didn't think they'd never ever hear the hustler's say 

(That he didn't wanna hustle no more) 

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more 

And this a hustlin' holiday 

Wouldn't make it never ever hear a hustler say 

That he don't wanna hustle no more 

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more 

Hustle Monday through Monday 

And we ain't missin' one day 

We all gone be rich one day 

Put that on God on Sunday 

If you lazy bitch, stay away 

We even hustle on Labor Day 

And I ain't been home all week 

I wonder what the neighbors say 

Ain't no such thing as "I can't" 

If I want I get that 

They talkin' bout how you fell off 

When it's all about how you get back 

Hustle every minute, every hour 

Sickle, go from sweet to sour 

Right from sour back to sweet 

You just practice what you preach 

We don't do no vacays 

We hustle every day nigga 

Just send you on that vacay 

We count our paper, pray nigga 

Hustlers don't get no sleep 

You niggas stay sleeping 

I've been griding all week 

I'm hustle at weekends 

I got hustlin' on my resume 

I didn't think they'd never ever hear the hustler's say 

(That he didn't wanna hustle no more) 

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more 

And this a hustlin' holiday 

Wouldn't make it never ever hear a hustler say 

That he don't wanna hustle no more 

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more