So You Think You Can Dance - Hustle Hard lyrics

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Hustle, hustle, hustle Same old sh**, just a different day Out here tryna 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 Big bank in my pocket Double up with my profit See this sh** then I cop it Gimme that there and then drop it Homie, hold up with my mojo Peep the whip and the logo 24's and they low pro I bet she f**ing, I know so n***a ain't no doubt about it Riding 'round with that rocket Load it up and I co*k it Send 'bout a couple off in your nog And hear them 808's and they knocking Whole club and they rocking Rose in them buckets All my homies up in here vibing n***a big sh** in my household Real n***as I die for Creeping off in that Tahoe All about their Delogione n***a don't stop the party We be getting naughty Old kimosabe homie's Chiefing like I'm Marley 'Cause it's 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 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 now, all I know is hustle Get it off the muscle, black is my attire Keep them sticks off in that cupboard, n***a I be going hard, b**h, 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 f** you other guys p**y telling lies Homie, free my n***a AG f** you, n***as pay me Swagging in my saline Two door coupe Mercedes I am too much for you buster's b**hes, I don't trust 'em f** 'em once, I f** 'em Lust 'em, never love 'em They won't play me for no s**er Play me for no paper Make my b**hes stomp her Alpha zeta omega Better no one really on it Drive it, bet I own it Money is involved Bet I 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 corner But it's same old sh**, just a different day Out here tryna 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