[Chorus: Ace Hood, Yo Gotti & Rick Ross]
Same old shit (Shit), just a different day (Day)
Out here tryna get it (Get it), each and every way (Way)
Momma need a house (House)
Baby need some shoes (Shoes)
Times are getting hard (Hard)
Guess what I'mma do (Do)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle (Chea), hustle hustle, hard (Hard, huh)
Hustle hustle (Ha), hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hustle for the bread, hustle 'till I'm dead)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard (Hustle is my name, all I know is game)
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
My heart got no feelings, car got no ceilings (Hey)
Niggas in my business, bossed up decisions (Uh)
[?] still my nigga, [?] my partners
Nigga can't sign with me unless a nigga shootin' them choppers (Bow)
Crip gettin' my gualas, tryna raise my daughters
Money orders and [naked?] books I sent to my partners (Ha)
Reppin' business been changing, young niggas they brainless (Brainless)
Out here on my own 'cause my partners left me hangin' (Pussy)
Niggas throwin' up flags ([Burn em'?]), I don't know what they claimin' (Murder)
Choppers shootin' they set throwin' [?] no leg shot they aimin' (Bow)
Niggas playin' like killers (Killers), beefin' all on Twitter (Twitter)
Swear I don't like these rappers, that's why I don't ride with my pistol (I am)
[?] back robbin', comin' to nigga's shows
Like let me get that chain cuz, I know you niggas ho (Ha)
All the rappers they trappers, all the bitches they models
DJ's got ego, put that in a bottle (Damn)
Industry straight fucked up, I'm a millionaire 'cause I lucked up
I'ma real nigga, can't hide me or buy me, but guess what? (Let's go)
Momma dem still livin' good (True), bruddanem they still hood (True)
Partnadem they still goon (True), play with me, wish you would (Ha)
Styrofoam reveal at birth, rap nigga but it's still murder (Bah)
[?] work been stepped on, slow grind, we rock [?]
I'm Yo Gotti
[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Same old shit (Shit), just a different day (Day)
Out here tryna get it (Get it), each and every way (Way)
Momma need a house (House)
Baby need some shoes (Shoes)
Times are getting hard (Hard)
Guess what I'mma do (Do)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
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