hustle hard (remix) lyrics – ace hood

hustle hard (remix)
(feat. rick ross & lil wayne)

[ace hood:]
(hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)

[chorus:]
same old sh*t, 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’m a 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 sh*t then i cop it
got but a house note in my pocket
i’m on south beach with the top off
bad b*tch and her *ss off
something 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 ben franklins
ain’t talkin’ aretha
b*tch my league too major
i’m hiphop derek jeter
and i’m still feeling my pockets
big b*ss and it’s 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
n*gg* flow so r*t*rded
we be getting gnarley
oh kimosabe, it be me, ross, weezy party cause it’s the

same old sh*t, 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’m a 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 n*gg*
no you b*tches can’t get my beat
choppers only thing free n*gg*s
step to me and i teach you
somebody text his picture
straight drop in my beaker
ace knocking my speakers
last night i counted 1 mill
this morning 150
p*ssy n*gg*s can’t count me out, don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah
v12 bugiady, 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 sh*t, 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 buggy
riding round in that daddy
pistol off my boxers
i ain’t got time to be boxing
got a red bone she look tropic
if she f*ck me right then she shopping
young money we poppin’
i eat these rappers, anthony hopkins
see that v-neck, that’s polo
grilled up like ocho
chuck taylors with no socks
you n*gg*s chicken, pollo
n*gg* live on 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 n*gg* i’m authentic
i’ll f*ck the b*tches ’til she short winded
got a bad b*tch who be bartending
couple homies that gang bang
i get on anybody track and hit that b*tch with that wayne train
free my n*gg* t.i
soowoo to the beehive
got a g6 and a g5
you p*ssy n*gg*s you feline
don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley
oh kimosabe, i’m with mack, fucus and marley

cause it’s the same old sh*t, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house, baby need some shoes
they want that carter iv, b*tch, it’s coming soon

[ace hood:]
same old sh*t, 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’m a do

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

/ ace hood lyrics