Hustle Hard Lyrics - So You Think You Can Dance

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle 

Hustle, hustle, hustle 

Same old shit, just a different day 

Out here tryna get it, each and every way 

Mama need a house, baby need some shoes 

Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard 

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard 

Big bank in my pocket 

Double up with my profit 

See this shit then I cop it 

Gimme that there and then drop it 

Homie, hold up with my mojo 

Peep the whip and the logo 

24's and they low pro 

I bet she fucking, I know so 

Nigga ain't no doubt about it 

Riding 'round with that rocket 

Load it up and I cock it 

Send 'bout a couple off in your nog 

And hear them 808's and they knocking 

Whole club and they rocking 

Rose in them buckets 

All my homies up in here vibing 

Nigga big shit in my household 

Real niggas I die for 

Creeping off in that Tahoe 

All about their Delogione 

Nigga don't stop the party 

We be getting naughty 

Old kimosabe homie's 

Chiefing like I'm Marley 

'Cause it's the same old shit, just a different day 

Out here tryna get it, each and every way 

Mama need a house, baby need some shoes 

Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard 

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard 

Okay now, all I know is hustle 

Get it off the muscle, black is my attire 

Keep them sticks off in that cupboard, nigga 

I be going hard, bitch, I'm going hard 

I just hit the mall, you just swipe the card 

I'm with a couple Latin broads 

I just do menage 

Fuck you other guys 

Pussy telling lies 

Homie, free my nigga AG 

Fuck you, niggas pay me 

Swagging in my saline 

Two door coupe Mercedes 

I am too much for you buster's 

Bitches, I don't trust 'em 

Fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em 

Lust 'em, never love 'em 

They won't play me for no sucker 

Play me for no paper 

Make my bitches stomp her 

Alpha zeta omega 

Better no one really on it 

Drive it, bet I own it 

Money is involved 

Bet I know I'm on it 

That's wording to my mother 

Gotta get it one way or another 

I put that on my brother 

I'm out here on the corner 

But it's same old shit, just a different day 

Out here tryna get it, each and every way 

Mama need a house, baby need some shoes 

Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard 

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard 

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard