Ace Hood - Hustle Hard (Remix) lyrics

[Ace Hood] (Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle,) [Hook] Same old sh**, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I'mma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Okay, I'm booked out until August Show money deposits See the sh** then I cop it Got but a house note in my pocket I'm on south beach with the top off Bad b**h and her a** soft Something outta that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My chevy sittin' too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I'm all about the new Franklins Ain't talkin' Aretha b**h my league too major I'm hiphop Derek Jeter And I'm still feeling my pockets Big ba** and its 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 n***a flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Woah Kemosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause its the [Hook] [Verse 2:Rick Ross] 24′s on my Beemer You never know when I slide up 19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D King Of Diamonds thats me n***a No you b**hes can't hit my weed Choppers only thing free n***as Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his preacher Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted 1 mill This morning 1-50 p**y n***as can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah V12 for the Chevy, jet blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but's it's different yay Yeah thats candy paint, On my 7 Tre [Hook] [Verse 3:Lil Wayne] 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 f** me right then she shopping Young money we poppin' I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins See that V-neck, thats Polo Grilled up like Ocho Chuck Taylors with no socks You n***as chicken: pollo n***a LIV on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it Real n***a I'm authentic I'll f** the b**h 'til she short winded Got a bad b**h who be bartending Couple homies that gang bang I get on anybody track and hit that b**h with that Wayne train Free my n***a T.I SooWoo to the beehive Got a G6 and a G5 You p**y n***as you feline Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley Woah kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fuccus and Marley Cause its the same old sh**, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Mama need a house, baby need some shoes They want that Carter IV, b**h, it's coming soon [Hook]