Hustle

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Bodega Bamz & Frank Plaza - Rap

Hustle

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[Intro: Bodega Bamz] This gangsta, man, word up Neenyo, slow it down [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Devil know I'm special so he wanna get a hold on me (Hold on me, woo, nah) Angels on my side and they fightin' for my soul for me (Soul for me, woo, word) Reclinin' in my chair, hope the homies never fold on me (Fold on me, fold on me, fold on me) I seen so many things, but a tongue never told on me (Never, never, shit, yo) Fuck livin' average, I'm born in the struggle, homie (Shit was hard, hard, word) So me bein' rich is just somethin' we wanted, homie (I'm livin' large, word, large) I planted that seed for my son and my daughter, homie (I'm in charge, charge) Buildin' a legacy, fuck what you thought it was (Huh), homie Porsche on my car got the GT edition, homie (Pull up, pull up) Everything count, I play hard in the pre-season (Swish) Zero to hunnid, so quick like a speed demon I made it flip, I'm from Harlem, baby (Cash) I pay to solve all my problems, baby (Cash) You goin' or comin' or doin' both? (What?) I kept on gainin' when losin' hope (What else?) I'm on the dark side up in the smoke (Okay) Chain is so icy, it cut a throat (Throat) The catch is so big, I need double boats (Boats, boats, boats, homie) Spent twenty G's to get blessed by the pope Hustle the hustle way all that I know [Chorus: Frank Plaza & Bodega Bamz] Fuck livin' basic, I'm takin' risks (Take it) Fuck what they sayin', I'm sayin' this (Say it) Watch what you sayin' and who you with (Who) I come from the gutter where we get rich (Rich) 'cause that's all we know (Cash) That's all we know (Dinero) That's all we know (Know) Hustle the hustle way all that we know [Verse 2: Bodega Bamz] Know, know, know, yo I never broke a promise, on my life, 100 Keep It (Yeah) True to the game, I could never trust a secret (Secret) You pick the bank, I'ma make deposits (Deposits) You pick the state, I'ma get it poppin' (Get it poppin') You pick the plate, I'ma pay the bill (Bill) I'm from a place where it's cold and steel (Steel) I'm from the gutter (The gutter) Let's get it straight, I'ma need some more clarity Love in the streets and we never say, "marry me" Word to my mommy, those nine months she carried me House is so big, mane, the rooms like a gallery Music so loud that the neighbors be mad at me Broke through the door, now my homies come after me Rather eat crumbs with the bums than the steak with the snakes All my real ones relate and we hustle the hustle way [Chorus: Frank Plaza & Bodega Bamz] Fuck livin' basic, I'm takin' risks (Take it) Fuck what they sayin', I'm sayin' this (Say it) Watch what you sayin' and who you with (Who) I come from the gutter where we get rich (Rich) 'cause that's all we know (That's all we know, cash) That's all we know (That's all we know, dinero) That's all we know Hustle the hustle way all that we know

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Credits

Writers
  • Neenyo
  • Bodega Bamz
  • Frank Plaza