[Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman]
Hustle, Hustle, it's all about the hustle
Busta like a black jewel, use a little muscle
Working in my trap house doin' lotta numbers
She ain't got no money, girl, it's a lotta gumble
Smoking on good shit, ice like Alaska
Spend some Shoe Shopping, car like a NASCAR
Chain super heavy, catch me on WordStar
Young Juiceman in the club like a world bar
Workin' 6 cellphone, 9 in the morning
Bright bitch turnin', splash wit cold water
Poppa go dinin' Alligator order
Feel the tide dying & they actin' wit your daughter
Clean go nasty, just to go charge her
Pull up in the Honda, bitch due summer
Fall off in thе club, dog, ain't know frontin'
Hunnid thousand weekend and we gettin' monеy
[Chorus: T-Pain & Busta Rhymes]
You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (Frontin' on me!)
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be (What it's gon' be!)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yo)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yeah!)
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me
[Post-Chorus: T-Pain]
It's the anthem like
La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la!
I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!)
La, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog
La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la!
I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!)
La-yeah, la-yeah, la! I keep hustlin dog (La! La!)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I Hustle like Busta, I'm icy like Busta
Now bring your girl around, Gucci, cause I might fuck her
So Icey boy, baby, everything groovy
Hat to the shoes, baby, everything gucci
Toasty the Toosty the case feel goopis
Eazy-E droptop call the car "roofless"
Rap star ice butter, trap star life
40 in my 11 ride case I wanna roll dice
50 in my back take a rockstar wife
Big G's on bread wanna have a food fight
Anytime in a place we can have a money fight
Brought a mill, two days, four shows, three flights
Gucci Mane, Busta Bus, DJ play it loud
Jewelry so loud think we need to turn it down
A-Town, Hulk shit, New York, nick shit
Busta Rhymes it's Gucci & I'm still on Zone 6 shit
[Chorus: T-Pain & Busta Rhymes]
You should already know when I walk in the door
That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (Frontin' on me!)
I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing
You already know what it's gon' be (What it's gon' be!)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yo)
I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yeah!)
And if you feel me put your hands up
And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me
[Post-Chorus: T-Pain]
It's the anthem like
La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la!
I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!)
La, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog
La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la!
I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!)
La-yeah, la-yeah, la! I keep hustlin dog (La! La!)
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