Red Cafe, Dave East - Less Talk More Hustle (Pt. 1) lyrics

So here's me, the legend, pain in the ass
Playin' Humphrey Bogart in the club
You know things tend to get
Real crazy after hours
So I bring in my peoples red Cafe, Dave East
It's a Brooklyn, Uptown thing
(Get rich to this, get rich to this ah)

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get
Rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
(Go get 'em)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get
Rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
(New trip)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this

Ay flatbush boss, huh?
No days off, huh?
Been goin' hard all year, this the play-offs
Huh? They lightin' up my cash
App, this the payoff, huh?
Slid solo, them other niggas fell off, huh?
I'm keepin' two hunnid, who want it?
When the hammers come out better
Act like Chris Breezy, run it
I do numbers better than Meyer Lansky
God damn me
Still fancy after hurricane Sandy
I'm hittin' licks out Russia
Not a trapper, I'ma hustler, uh
Make that money dance like Usher
I'm type stress, New York
Mellow left New York
It's Phil actin' like a whole hoe, no RuPaul
I still move more stuff than U-Haul
They don't know how I get it
But they know I do ball
Less talk, more hustle
Pittsburgh bus with the rush, I won't fumble
Comin' out the jungle, hah

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get
Rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
(Gotta get it)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
(What else?)
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get
Rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this

Dude buy poppy, drip spillin', sloppy
Fuck your bitch in my robe by Versace
Everybody beefin' me? I'm vegan
I only eat green, at the bank I'm cheesin'
You a dub if you ever call yourself El Chapo
'Cause you don't wanna lose your future
Ask Rocko
The hood'll put you in jail, dead or snitch
The lil' Jay Jay droppin', dickin' your bitch
Preggo Preggo, this what she beg for
Five carats in each ear, I got a head cold
Bad boys move in silence and violent
Move your family outta housin'
That's a thousand what's up?

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get
Rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
(Gotta get it)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
(What else?)
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get
Rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
(I gotta get it)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this

They ain't gotta like a
Word that I'm speakin, they wife freak ya
Spend a nice weekend just
Breakin' down white pieces
Yo, Red, meet me right at the café
The kush came from the Bay like Mac Dre
Got bundles like stack name
Aston Martin water-colored
All we make is movies
Like the Warner Brothers
Bitches mad at me 'cause they want to cuddle
I don't hold nothin' but
Ratchets and Ben Franklins
East side of Harlem in Franklin
Got the banker in sour got me chokin'
Hard to breath like I'm stranglin''
White boy on deck, Will Farrell
Call it anchorman
Coogie sweatsuit, Lex coupe
Feel like it's nine-seven
Walked up in the club with like nine weapons
I'm not stressin' harlem

Get rich to this, get rich to this, get
Rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get
Rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this