[ Featuring Byron Johnson ]
Verse 1:
I'm at place where I wanting to be
I swear that I set it up perfect , yeah
Minding the money pays me ask what I'm doing I'm Never not working, yeah
Pilling my numbers is good enough plus I cint made enough yet to be Splurging
I might get a couple pieces, put it together to feel what I'm earning
Been thinking on owning some property
If you come to me taxing don't talk to me
I done studied the numbers so properly
So you can't get no extra doe Out of me
What you thought we playing Lil nigga
Like he ain't bringing in a plan I'm here with "em
One thing about me know the bands ima gettem
Must be crazy you thinking In small cmount
Try to test and you'll See what you all about
Check to check I be outside and wildin out
I didn't think on that shit that's without a doubt
I been counting too much you can't Count me out
Boy you know I'ma handle mine hammer time
I come through in the clutch but , that's anytime
Day to day put my stamp on it hold it down
So you know what I'm on when I ain't around
Chorus:
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Everyday, everyday, yeah hustle
Yeah you gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
I gotta, I gotta
Verse 2:
I can't be talking this hustle to everybody bc some will not understand it
I feel like when speaking to someone that's closed minded I was raised on a different planet
Cut my circle shorter only me was standing
People see you up and try to take advantage
But you gotta quicker than that
I come from the west where we two steps ahead
If I don't nothing gone get me some bread
If something fell off I got back ups to pick up
Niggas owing me money just hit me up
Bout to swerve to through that bitch just to swift it up
Got this grind from my daddy he day to night
I'll be counting the mills if I play it right
I can't f*ck on you girl I can't play tonight
If you really with me keep it hanging tight
I got things on agenda I gotta meet
Never be a homebody I'm for the streets
I'm just keeping it real I can't sugar coat
They be claiming they on but I'm really gone
Yeahhh,
Wherever the money reside exactly where I belong
You call it working too hard I call it my second home
Chorus:
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Everyday, everyday, yeah hustle
Yeah you gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
I gotta, I gotta , yeah
365 everyday Nigga , everyday
Wake up, go to sleep
Hustle, back to the hustle
Everyday I hustle
Yeah hustle
Never knock the hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Tag: (Verse Made That Beat Boy)