Ace Hood - Hustle Hard Lyrics

I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(Hustle, hustle, ha)

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'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Okay now, big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See the shit, then I cop it
Gimme that-that there and then drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and that logo
Twenty-fours and they low pro
I bet she fuck and I know so
Nigga, ain't no doubt about it
Ridin' round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send 'bout a couple off in your noggin
Hear them 808s and they knockin'
Whole club and they rockin'
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibin', nigga
Big shit in my household
Real niggas, I die for
Creepin' off in that Tahoe
All about that de l'argent
Nigga, don't stop the party
We be gettin' gnarly
Oh, kimosabe, homies chiefin' like a 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)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Black is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard, nigga
I be going hard, bitch, I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple Latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy tellin' lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas, pay me
Swaggin' in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you busters
Bitches, I don't trust 'em
Fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em
Lust 'em, never love 'em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, better know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up
But it's

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'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard