Hustle

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Javar] Ayy, you gotta hustle, man Gotta hustle Hustle and grind, dead man Had to fight Lot of dog in him, man, to be rich Now, if you just want a job, get yourself a lil' job BandGang (LiL RoN on the track, boy) [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Whole team icy, need antifreeze If we can't find a plug on him, we'd make the ease Ridin' with the stick out, niggas kill for these FNs squirtin' Red Bull, it'll give you wings You gon' lose a lot of friends runnin' up that check Have your mans sneak dissin', hatin' on the 'net Like that cigarette commercial, talkin' out his neck Do kid like a school shooter, put 'em in his chest These niggas cockroaches Got a clip full of Raid, squirt it like lotion Built like I'm a street sign, on the block posted Get the work and send it out all in one motion When life give you lemons, make lemonade Was in that rental twelve hours, but we made some change Kyrie Irving game seven, I was in the game You on the porch scared to drive, you should be ashamed [Interlude: Mel Wells] If you really, really, really wanna be bold Gotta change some peoples' lives Get yourself some real money Hire people Get more than one stream of income comin' in Got to hustle, man You gotta big hustler, you, tech That shit is money, man Ayy [Verse 2: Mel Wells] Stand on your own two, you a man, ain't you? Fuck that nigga, get your own, I can't stand hatin' Stop saggin', put a belt on, get your pants tapered Grind 'til your crib big as fuck and you need landscapers Growin' up, it was rough just like sandpaper I remember ridin' a bus, I was stayin' patient New cookie straight from Cali, this a fan favorite I just put a camera on the crib, it could scan faces Black Balenciaga runners with the tan laces Gucci said two thousand for a tee if we hand-make it Thirty-five thousand for the Rolex and bracelet Heard her nigga got the same kit, but her man fake it Lot of water whippin' in the kitchen got my hand achin' Move them white circles and run home like I'm playin' bases Everything on me desginer, I can't stand basic I just turn words into money, call that translating [Interlude] Shit, this money, man Money can't buy you happiness, they ass gon' have no money Let me tell you what, you gon' be I had a dream or a vision, I got there Hustle, man, hustle 'Cause once you get this degree, it's actually just gon' be a piece of paper on the wall [Verse 3: Fat Dev] I'm Fat Dev, you know I got that shit on me You ain't gotta question me, you know I got the stick on me I don't even know this bitch, why she tryna lick on me? I just brought the buffs, I ain't even put the kit on me, nigga Ten in my cot jeans, and they all blues I just stayed on the winning team and watched y'all lose Fuck bein' broke, I'm tryna get extra paid We was all broke, then I watched my niggas escalate Bitch said I was broke, so I went and bought an Escalade Her check was only four hundred, I spent that on a belt today Moonwalk on the juice, show you how to stretch the yay Only thing I wish money can buy was yesterday Daddy was a chef with that dope, he loved to bake shit I'm Lil' Debbie on the trampoline, make the cake flip Thirty buffs deep, all white like we racist Six-point-four under the hood, don't try to race stitch, nigga [Outro] Spend eight hours of sleep You will never be rich Now, if you don't wanna be rich, you just want a job Get your check and go home Sleep eight hours