Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti - Hustle Hard (Remix) lyrics

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Same old shit, just a different day

I can try to get it, each and every way

Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes

Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

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 the 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 hiphop Derek Jeter

And I’m still feeling my pockets

Big bass and its knocking

Yeah this be the remix

But still ride around with that rocket

I’ll go walking back to my household

“We The best” be the 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 its the

Same old shit, just a different day

I can try to get it, each and every way

Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes

Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle for the bread, hustle to them bad,

Hustle is my name, all I know is came

My heart get no feel is, … got no …

Niggers in my benice, tossed up decisions

They is still my niggers, I won’t stalk my partners

Nick can’t sound with me or listen, nigger shoot new choppers

Look at my wallet, trying to raise my daughters

Money on the … books I sent to my partners

Rapping they changing, young niggers they’re brainless

I hold my own, cause my partners let me hanging

… wonder what they’re claiming

Choppers shooting … no lame shots they’re aiming

Niggers playing like killers, beefing out on Twitter

Sworn like the … with my blister

I am meister bad rob, coming to nigger show

like let me get that chains cause I know you nigger’s whose

all the rappers they trap us, all bitches they models

dj got ego, put it in a bottle, damn

…I’m a mean cause I look up, I’m a real nigger, can’t have me,

or buy me, but guess what,

… play with me wish you would

stand for refill … rap nigger but he’s still a murderer

…we rock you

Same old shit, just a different day

I can try to get it, each and every way

Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes

Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

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

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 ?, jet blue, forget it

Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes

Same old brick, but’s it’s different yay

Yeah that’s candy paint, On my 7 Tre

Same old shit, just a different day

I can try to get it, each and every way

Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes

Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

Ok, now, black card in my pocket

Riding round in that gotti

Pistol off my boxers

I ain’t got time to be boxing

Got a red bone she look tropic

If she fuck me right or 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 live 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 ’til 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

SooWoo 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, ? and Marley

Same old shit, just a different day

I can try to get it, each and every way

Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes

Times are getting hard, guess what I’ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard.

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