Hustle Hard - 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

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 than I cop it

Gimme that there and than 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 that?

Nigga don’t stop the party

We be getting gnarley

Old kimosabe homie’s chiefing cause I’m Marley

This is the same old shit

I think I’m from Kingston, Jamaica homes

'Cause I got ten jah and ten om’s

I don’t leave the crib without my chrome

I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone

Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes

I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes

I used to stunt my black card for my new broads

Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh

The?

Aston, I did that too

Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues

I’m an empire, you a little boy

Got a Lamborghini, that’s my son’s toy

Where the flip did I get that paper

Shades on I can’t see you haters

Taking off when I see you later

I-I-I hustle paper

Okay now, all I know is hustle

Get it off the muscle

Block 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 mega, 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 come up