Birdman - Over Here Hustlin' lyrics

[Chorus] We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper [Lil' Wayne] Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, that's me in the hook. And I just keep on gettin it getting it like a ni' in the book Yes, Wayne straight like a key of that good sh' If your b**h don't know the rules, I will read her the book. I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet. I got the key to success, get money invest. Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect. That means my weed is the best, choking even the stressed. Ok, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess. That's called my bullets and lugers, I put 'em deep in your neck. Adam's apple meet banana clip. You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip. They say the bullsh** walks, the money talks. So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money talks. Yeah that's my word, thats my word no I wont front for y'all. Its money over everything and b**hes under all. M.O.B! [Chorus] [Birdman] I say uptown poppin, uptown rockin', uptown n***as. It's the home of the hard knocks. Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white. Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice. Shop 'till you pop b**h, do your own thing ho. Got the game from KC, second floor sixth court. Bling bling king n***a, money ain't a thing n***a. Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings. Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers. Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper. Zip it and whip it n***a, that's how we ship it, n***a. Burn it and light it then we dip it and we hit it, n***a. I spent a mill on my grill for real. 'Cause we be stuntin while we hustlin, n***a making his meals. We be grindin' while we shinin', n***a packin' that steel Stay fly, get money, n***a stackin' the bills. [Chorus] [Birdman] I say, we deep in the game, n***a. we switchin the lanes, n***a Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, n***a. Fifty a fame n***a, a G a name, n***a. That's what we do n***a, claim your fame, n***a. Hop out a range, n***a. Fang in hand, n***a. Stop all that reppin', 'fore I, send some flames, n***a. All this money, n***a. Jewelry and fame, n***a. 'Cause we be stuntin', n***a. Moving them things, n***a. [Lil' Wayne] Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper. White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin. Go ahead and make the steak then, b**h n***a. Rich n***a talking this how money sound. I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round. Yeah, and I do's what I does. You n***as couldn't even be who I was.