Letra de Hustle Hard Remix (feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne) - Ace Hood

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here trying to get it each and every way
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
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 that top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something out of that catalog
She introduced to that lock jaw

And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My Chevy sitting too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa

And I'm all about the new Franklins
Ain't talking Aretha
Bitch, my league too major
I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter

And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's knocking
Yeah, this be that remix
But still ride around with that rocket

Nigga, welcome back to my household
We the best be that logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero

Nigga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarly
Whoa Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy
Party because it's the

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here trying to get it each and every way
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

24's on my Beamer
You never know when I slide up
Nineteen 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
Chopper's only thing free, nigga

Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my beaker
Ace knocking my speakers

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Last night I counted one mill'
This morning one fifty
Pussy niggas can't count me out
Don't make me hurt your feelings

V12 jetted, Jet Blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick but it's different, yay
Yeah, that's candy paint on my seven tre

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here trying to get it each and every way
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gonna do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Okay now, black card in my pocket
Riding around 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 popping
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 in Sundays
King of diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb
Call it Kelly Bundy

Got a big house with a backyard
Fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga, I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitch till 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 gnarly
Oh Kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus, and Marley

Because it's the same old shit, just a different day
Out here trying to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
And for that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here trying to get it each and every way
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard