Hustle & Flow

We got a hustle
Gas pack as loud as yo muffler
Big ol backwoods im above ya
Fly like abu
Balenciaga my shoe
We got a hustle
Gas pack as loud as yo muffler
Big ol backwoods im above ya
Fly like abu
Balenciaga my shoe

We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
I got a hustle
You got a hustle
They got no hustle
We got a hustle

We got a hustle
Smokin on muscle
No I dont trust her
My heart like custard
My heart is froze
No I dont know hot to love her
Right back in love
Every time I fuck her
Seven days straight
Twenty four hours
Thinking bout pay
Smokin on power
Smokin on pressure
It aint no pressure
Hope they dont test us
Hope they dont test us
Might need stretchers
Yea yea
Apply the pressure
And get me some loop
Cellular ringing
I stay in the loop
Stuffing a backwood
Thats my parachute
Wake up and do it again
Im on loop
Aint talkin gwualla
Then bz on mute
Keeping it on me
In case a dispute
I make her toot it
Then give her the boot
Chasing these millions
They coming soon
I want the money
I dont want to spoon
I told his bitty
To come in the room
I keep it on me
So please dont assume
Stackin and smokin
And making these tunes
Im tryna hop in a new coupe
And zoom
Aint gettin no money
Then ussa bafoon
Aint gettin no money
Then ussa bafoon

We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
I got a hustle
You got a hustle
They got no hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
I got a hustle
You got a hustle
They got no hustle
We got a hustle

We got a hustle
Pack hella musty
Play hit my line
That hilary duffy
I want her friend
I want her buddy
Got her on yo yo yola
Saying she love me
All these new bills
I feel like im russell
Automobile
Goin a hunnid
On my way
To some new money
Made my day
Counting this money
We love a hustle
Gas pack as loud as yo muffler
Big ol backwoods
Im above ya
Fly like abu
Balenciaga my shoe
Balenciaga my boof
Gucci my son
Gucci my waistline for sure
Might as well tuck in my shirt
Business man
Even though the jeans balmain
Gotta keep two or three lines
Money callin right now
Bitch im on the grind right now
I aint got the time right now
Baby nah nah nah
But when I get the time hell yea
You get piped down yea yea
Baby yea yea yea
My hustle dont never stop
Dont wanna sleep want the guap
Niggas be tweakin
Just dreaming bout shit
Im like bitch
You gon get up and get it
Or not

We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
I got a hustle
You got a hustle
They got no hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle
I got a hustle
You got a hustle
They got no hustle
We got a hustle
We got a hustle



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Writer(s): Brandon Hawkins
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