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(feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne) [Ace Hood] (Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle) [Chorus] Same old shit, just a different day out here tryna get it, each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Ace Hood] Okay, I'm booked out until August Show money deposits See the shit then I cop it got but a house note in my pocket I'm on south beach with the top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Letras de cancionesSomething outta that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw and I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My chevy sittin' too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I'm all about the new Franklins Ain't talkin' Aretha Bitch my league too major I'm hiphop Derek Jeter And I'm still feeling my pockets Big bass and its knocking Yeah this be the remix But still ride around with that rocket I'll go walking back to my household "We The best" be the logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the dinero nigga flow so retarded we be getting gnarley Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause its the Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I'mma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Rick Ross] 24's on my Beemer You never know when I slide up 19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D King Of Diamonds that's me nigga No you bitches can't get my beat Choppers only thing free niggas Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted 1 mill This morning 150 pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah V12 ?, jet blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but's it's different yay Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre [Lil Wayne] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes Times are getting hard, guess what we gon do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard [Ace Hood] Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Lil Wayne] Ok, now, black card in my pocket Riding round in that gotti Pistol off my boxers I ain't got time to be boxing Got a red bone she look tropic If she fuck me right then she shopping Young money we poppin' I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins See that V-neck, thats Polo Grilled up like Ocho Chuck Taylors with no socks You niggas chicken, pollo nigga live in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it Real nigga I'm authentic I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded Got a bad bitch who be bartending Couple homies that gang bang I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train Free my nigga T.I SooWoo to the beehive Got a G6 and a G5 You pussy niggas you feline Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, ? and Marley Cause its the same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes For that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon [Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day out here tryna get it, each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do From Letras Mania