Hustle Hard (Bad Boy Remix)

Lyrics

[Part I] [Skit: Song Samples] "Bad Boy, come out and play, you know we had to do a remix, right?" "You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews Don't let the melody intrigue you" "He worth a mill on the low Plus the weather man said that its a light chance of snow Its some Boyz—" "All eyes on me, shawty, I'ma bomb first (First) I'm the truth, and they say the truth hurts Hu—" "—Boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it We richer, the picture is two of the greatest The r—" "Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump Dope boy magic, sevеn days a week Number one record, long as Nitti on thе beat" [Part II] [Intro: Aasim] Yeah, uh, uh Uh, yeah, uh Another exclusive That exclusive sh— Yeah, yeah, uh From one of the west coast finest D-D-D-DJ Far For my hungry niggas, let's go, uh [Chorus: Aasim] Same old shit, just a different day I'm out here tryna get it, in each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes When times get hard, this what I'm gon' do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1: Aasim] My whole life is a song, gunshots is my alarm My mixtapes in them barbershops, can't wait 'til I get on My pen been writin' too long, that Bentley ain't in my driveway Can't wait 'til that engine growls, leave hunger pains on that highway While Ma$e went and found Jesus, I was out countin' them pieces Duckin' shots and polices, hopin' my bank account increases My heart's cold while it's beatin', it match this cold world while it's freezin' Tears fall from my eyes for no reason, but I got model chicks that I'm freakin' I'm eatin' rappers, no seasonin', double cup, bitch, I'm leanin' Alcohol, bitch, I need it to keep these hungry voices from speakin' I'm a savage wolf in a sheep's coat, y'all niggas is my meal ticket Even with Wayne and Ross on the joint, Aasim came through and still killed it [Chorus: Aasim & Red Café] Same old shit, just a different day I'm out here tryna get it, in each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes When times get hard, this what I'm gon' do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (Red Café) Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (Shake down) Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard (Yeah) [Verse 2: Red Café] Fuck you niggas and your feelin's, I been known for coke dealin's Thuggin' all through my neighborhood, run up in your house and your chitlins Every day a nigga go fishin', cook it up in my kitchen I got more blocks than Josh Smith, come acquire your fixin' I'm a international baller, fuck a bitch and don't call her Now she callin' me daddy, bitch, I ain't your father I'ma knock you down but no wifin', shop the girl's up indictment Now I'm back on my shit, eat these rappers like I'm Mike Tyson Church girls on Sunday, new perfections Tuesday Tip you in the strip club, but I ain't payin' for your pussy No chasin' my liquor, I ain't takin' no pictures Look I'm 'bout my money, I get paid for ink in these scriptures In my all black like I'm Bruce Wayne, I don't play with no loose chains Any day at least a hunnid grand in my duffle bag like I'm 2 Chainz I'm a immigrant, now I'm figure shit I don't end beef, nigga, I finish it [Chorus: Ace Hood] 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 gettin' hard, guess what I'ma do (Do) Hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hard (Hard) Hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hard (Hard) Hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hard (Hard) Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard