[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Young done jumped on that G-mix (G-mix)
100 like 3 bricks (Yeah)
O's dropping like bird shit (Bird shit)
Young back on that bird shit (Woo)
Shooters behind me in that Benzo (Benzo)
Young pull up in that Enzo
Red rarri got 2 doors
Cost a million, want two more (Yeah)
2 seaters, got three hoes (Three hoes)
Florida bitch she got 3 golds
Speaking of shots lets take one (Take one)
20 bands and then take one (Yeah)
Young nigga you crazy (Crazy)
Fuck you doing in Little Haiti?
100 deep, maybe 80 (80)
All these motherfuckers crazy (Yeah)
Duncan Block is what raised me (Raised me)
That's why niggas can't phase me (Yeah)
Wholе hood on that blue shit (Yes)
While I was riding around in that nеw shit (Yeah)
100 grand in my pockets, 50 bands in my motors (Yeah)
Dark side of my chauffeur (Chauffeur), shirt off with my toaster (Yeah)
All you see is my tattoos (Tattoos), all you see is my big chains
Right up under that Versace belt, all you see is that big thang
87 be the logo (Logo), been getting ask Polo (Polo)
Long money that hurt shit (Hurt shit), 2 and a baby that bird shit (Ha-ha)
Mama called she want a new place (New place)
Homeboy just caught a new case (Damn)
Leave the room just bought a new safe
Audemar just got a new face (Woo, what's up)
Blowing that Obama (Yeah)
Riding around with that llama (Yeah)
Solid gold's my uzi
Free my nigga Lil Boosie
Cause its the-
[Chorus: Young Jeezy & Ace Hood]
Same old shit (Shit), just a different day (Day)
Out here tryna get it (Get it), each and every way (Way)
Homies need some blocks (House)
Coupes need some shoes (Shoes)
Used to get it soft (Soft)
This what I'mma do (What?)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (G-Mix, hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
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 catalog, she introduced to that lockjaw
And I think her name was Lisa, or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high, I call that Wiz Khalifa (Ahh)
And I'm all about the new Franklins (Franklins)
Ain't talkin’ Aretha, bitch, my league too major
I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter (Woo)
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's 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, woah, Kemosabe
It be me, Ross, Weezy party 'cause it's the
[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 3: 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, Rick Ross & Both]
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, huh)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hard (You know I love this nigga, hard)
Hustle hustle, hustle hustle, hustle hustle, I got hard (Ha-ha)
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
[Verse 4: Rick Ross & Lil Wayne]
24's on my Bimmer (Woo), you never know when I slide up
19 in my nina (Woo), 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 hit my weed, choppers only thing free niggas (Huh)
Step to me and I teach you (Huh), somebody text his preacher (Huh)
Straight drop in my beaker, ace knocking my speakers (Huh)
Last night I counted 1 mill, this morning 1-50
Pussy niggas can't count me out, don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 for the Chevy (Woo), jet blue, forget it (Woo)
Rolex embedded (Woo) with princess and baguettes (Yeah)
Same old brick, but’s it’s different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, on my 7 Tre, huh
[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Ace Hood & Both]
Uh, same old shit (Shit), just a different 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 we gon' do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (Hard)
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (Hard)
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard (Yeah)
[Verse 5: Lil Wayne & Ace Hood]
Ok, now, black card in my pocket, riding round in that 'Gatti
Pistol off my boxers, I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone, she look tropic, if she fuck me right, then 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 LIV on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a backyard, fishtank with sharks in it
Real nigga, I'm authentic, I'll fuck the bitch 'til she short-winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending, couple homies that gangbang
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
Woah, Kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fuccus, and Marley
'Cause it's the same old shit (Shit), just a different day (Day)
Out here tryna get it (Get it), each and every way (Way)
Mama need a house (House), baby need some shoes (Shoes)
They want that Carter IV, bitch, it’s coming soon
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