Vin Jay, Chris Rive - Hustle lyrics

Yeah uh
Wha? Yeah

Please, niggas acting like I don't
Know how to breathe it's a breeze
Risen from the dirt and plant my money trees
I just cheese
Getting plaques like nigga gotta see my teeth
They say freeze, they ain't know my soul
Was thirty-two degree
Makes no difference, I don't stop
I either flip it on the block
Or make some chicken with the
Stocks, like money kissing, i'm a thot
Like a lot, took a nap
I'm tired of pissing in the pot
I'm on a mission now, think my rock

Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till you drop never stop
They gon' never see me struggle at the top
You gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till you drop never stop
They gon' never see me struggle at the top

You gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till you drop
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till it, woo woo
You gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till you drop
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till it, woo woo

I wake up and I grind
From sunup to the nighttime
If I sleep I only dream
Of money in the pipeline
I ain't got no time for anybody
That don't hold me down
My homies never owe me if you
Gotta ask they'll know me now
I remember eating ravioli as a luxury
From to the boys I need to fuck with me
With the cutlery
Humbly, when I die there'll
Never be another me

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till you drop never stop
They will never see me struggle at the top
I'm talking hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till I drop never stop
They gon' never see me struggle at the top

You gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till you drop
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till it, woo woo
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till you drop
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till it, woo woo

I remember waiting on my moment
Thought it'd never pop
I made it through and now the
Money counter sound like helicopter
So loud, when the money come quick
Can't slow down gotta keep it moving and
Keep the hustle improving, no doubt
Now we rolling in profit
Don't gotta hope for deposit's
I made a killing with they need a moment
Feel like I'm smoking the chronic
It's been imploding my wallet
I been consumed with the paper, I think I'm

Like I'm a sick killer
My boss a wig splitter
The ditch digger, bury money and sip liquor
With big dinners, shouts out to Chris Rivers
These kids better know when they
Gon' get rich with us

You gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till you drop
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till it, woo woo
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till you drop
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle till it, woo woo