Plan B, Coldplay, Rick Ross - Hustlin’ (Bootleg) lyrics

Who you suckers think you trippin'
With? Yes I'm the boss
745, white-on-white, that's Rick Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat
I keep 'em comin' back
We keep 'em comin' back
I'm into distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them pretty things
Flyin' across the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega
The real Noriega, he owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty player, we buy the whole thang
See most of my homies hustle
They still do they thang my roof back
(roof back) , my money rides (my money ride)
I'm on the pedal
Show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatched Black
I cried for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies
Servin' a hundred lives

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

Yeah I'm always hustlin' blud
I'm hustlin' even when
I'm just sitting in the flat
Sipping on a Jack
Chilling with my girlfriend
'Cause I'm always on the phone
Like who? What? When?
What did you just say? Can
You say that again?
What you motherfucking mean
Motherfucker wants ten?
Motherfucker's supposed to be
My motherfucking friend
Give him eight per cent and
Say that shit's peng
Considering that I'm still living in the ends
And I'm still driving in the
Same old banged out ride
Reg plate starting with an N
Looking at the Benz and the BMs
Thinking: how come I ain't in one of them
Yeah my LP dropped blud, so what then?
Them there money's dried up since then
I'm still Ben
Same old little pink dicked white
Boy that I was before
Except now I'm a little less young
Little less dumb and a little less poor?
What's enough? More? Is it 'cause
I think your tough
Enough or do I just know the score?
Blud, they can't say I ain't talented
All they can say is that I'm too raw
What's my name? Ben Drew, not Ben Draw
Still no-one backs me like Jo
Whiley, Ras Kwame or Zane Lowe on BBC Radio
Who cares what that fat prick said he's pop
Yeah Chris Moyles - he had a pop
First him and now Tim, So what?
Neither of them got a clue about Hip Hop
Blud

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

Where do we go, nobody knows
I've got to say I'm on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm