Текст песни Ace Hood ft. Lil Wayne ft. Rick Ross - Hustle Hard (Remix)

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[Intro - Ace Hood & Lil Wayne] G-mix, I do it (Yeah), g-mix, (this the remix) (Uh) [Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I’mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (x3) 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 that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something outta that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My Chevy sittin’ too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I’m all about the new Franklins Ain’t talkin’ Aretha Bitch my league too major I’m hip hop Derek Jeter And I’m still feeling my pockets Big bass and its knocking Yeah this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket Nigga welcome back to my household “We The Best” be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the Dinero Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy Party cause it’s the… [Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I’mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (x3) Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 24′s on my Beemer You never know when I slide up 19 in my Nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D King Of Diamonds that’s me nigga No you bitches can’t get my beat Choppers only thing free niggas Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted 1 mill This morning 150 Pussy niggas can’t count me out Don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah V12 jetted, jet blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it’s different yay Yeah that’s candy paint, on my 7 Tre [Chorus - Lil Wayne] Uh, same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what we gon’ do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (x3) [Ace Hood] Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Yeah, okay, now black card in my pocket Riding round in that ‘Gatti Pistol off my boxers I ain’t got time to be boxing Got a red bone, she look tropic If she fuck me right then she shopping Young Money we poppin’ I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins See that V-neck, that’s Polo Grilled up like Ocho Chuck Taylors with no socks You niggas chicken, Pollo Nigga LIV on Sundays King of Diamonds Monday Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy Got a big house with a back yard Fish tank with sharks in it Real nigga, I’m authentic I’ll fuck the bitches ’till she short winded Got a bad bitch who be bartending Couple homies that gang bang I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train Free my nigga T.I. Soo woo to the beehive Got a G6 and a G5 You pussy niggas, you feline Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley Oh Kimosabe, I’m with Mack, Fucus and Marley Cause its… [Bridge - Lil Wayne] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes They want that Carter IV, bitch it’s coming soon [Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I’mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (x3) Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

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