Hustle Real Hard Lyrics
A little bit something productions (Yeah)
What up soulja? What's good homie?
Shout out to Gunzo man, I see you
Something for real, what it do man?
SOD money gang (That's right)
Soulja Boy Tell' Em
Yeah, this is how we gonna do it
Stacks on deck, Illionaire records
We hustle hard, everyday we gettin' paid
So I'ma hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard (Let's do it)
Crushin' niggas feelings when I pull up off the lot
The money gang shit, boy, it ain't never gon' stop
We headed to the top with a big bank roll
And the niggas on me 'cause they already know
I'm a boss, I'm leadin' the way, we gettin' cake
A hundred K today, that's what I call a play
Young Dre, that's who the fuck I be, I got the zones
And the zips and the bricks and the motherfuckin' bones
I got ten homes, I got ten cars
And you pull up to the front yard like "Oh my God"
Black this, black that, black rims, black cat
Never ridin' on flat, full tank of fuckin' gas
When I mash on they ass, pull up to the damn club
Poppin' bottles of Ros? and them bitches showin' love
And them bitches blowin' kisses and them niggas throwin' mugs
But if they go and mug I might have to throw a slug
Young Dre, show me love, show me love, I'm in the VI
So many silences on me, I look like T.I
I'm G.I. J.O.E., you know me, Shinobi
I'm kickin' all this game and your main bitch know me
They show me the money, ain't shit funny
My clique stay rich, gettin' rich, stay stuntin'
It's money on my mind, all these fuckin' dollar signs
SOD, that be my gang and I ain't never in my prime
Soulja Boy gon' flex
Fall off in the club with Gunzo, blowin' racks
Blowin' that fuckin' check on the way to the racks
Money in the air and I just got a fuckin' sack, leggo
Stacks on deck, I'm a motherfuckin' Illionaire
You know I'm young, rich, rich and nice
So I'ma hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Need a house, need a car, need a life
I'ma do it for my family, my people and my fans
I'ma hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
I hustle real hard, your hustle's ice cream
It's so soft and too white, light skin
, Fuck that
I mean they just do it like 'em Nike signs
Your rhyme is hype but flow loose
Who's that? I don't give a fuck and I don't wanna know
CD
It's tough out here
Man get the fuck out here
Yeah I'm ill, I'm number one, your number's none
No suckers turn suckers
I hustle real hard, Ricky Rozay
, I been stackin', lackin' all day
Black tee, black jeans, black New Era, black shoes
Bless you, don't hate, I keep my everything brand new
Soulja Boy, Gunzo, 1999 swag
Seoul city to ATL, who got a prob with that?
Stacks on deck, I'm a motherfuckin' Illionaire
You know I'm young, rich, rich and nice
So I'ma hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Need a house, need a car, need a life
I'ma do it for my family, my people and my fans
I'ma hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard, hustle, hustle real hard
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