Don't Hustle Again

[Intro:] This shit classic, this H This for all the hustlers It's for the real ones Money over the best pussy Family over money, we hustling [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Money that's my life, money that's my light My money make me mad, my money make me right My money make me laugh, my money make me cry My money is my love, for money you will die Illiterate thugs down for cigarette buzz Minding my life in prison so I'm living it up Red champagnia, to celebrate Triple ccmb, we selling weight Organized crime, organized mind One bird call you shot 45 times 45 fully, fully automatic Bitch is fully loaded, if you want it, you can have it I'm a grind till my cheese straight Thinking back to the days when my mama used to say [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I've got to hold on Don't, don't hustle again Hold on me, I've got to hold on Don't, don't hustle again Cause I can't breathe I've got to hold on, hold on, hold on Me, I've got to hold on Don't, don't hustle again Don't, don't hustle again [Verse 2: Birdman] 800 milligram fresh from the pharmacy Like Lucas, get it to the army I keep sit on me, C.M.B. Cash Money is an army So we flip em out the Jag, 200 on the dash Bitch we mash, duffle bag full of cash Louie v bag, 2 mill just to splash See my homie beat one, nigga beat another one Then the beat another one, then he beat another one Then the beat another one, then he beat another one Like money ain' shit, pop a few bottles nigga fuck another bitch Celebrate for the licks, celebrate on chips [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I've got to hold on Don't, don't hustle again Hold on me, I've got to hold on Don't, don't hustle again Cause I can't breathe I've got to hold on, hold on, hold on Me, I've got to hold on Don't, don't hustle again Don't, don't hustle again