Hustle Harder
It's time to hustle harder
It's time to hustle harder
It's time to hustle harder, Time to hit the squad up
We don't want no problems, We just want the dollars
This is for my mother, This is for my father
This is for my wife, And this is for my daughters
The world got harder, So I got smarter
Time to hustle harder, We don't want no problems
We just want the dollars, We just want the dollars
We don't want no problems, We just want the dollars
Six whips in my garage, I want Maybachs and Ferraris
Looking at my drip, You see the collar says Versace
I've been hustling harder, I got even smarter
Turned into a monster, Tell me who gon' stop us
Police out there looking for us, Like they brought the choppers
And all these operations underground, Like we some mobsters
Dressed up like a funeral, We pull up like the mafia
Some money on your head, My shooters take it right up off ya
We cooking up the pasta, Gotta feed the rastas
Cooking in the kitchen, Got my mama feeling proud of me
I member they doubted, I member they doubted
Now they see we made it, And I got them feeling sour
I put in the work, Put in ten thousand hours
Now we got the power, Now the city's ours
Getting filthy rich it's time to take a money shower
Looking at my wrist, Now when I can't tell the hour
Mama, are you proud of me? Father, are you proud of me
Remember I was younger, I had everybody doubting me
Ever since been on my own, I had a make sure, bet it all on me
Now the bills are all on me, Now the drinks are all on me
Phone ringing off the hook, Who the fuck's calling me
Feeling like some type of plug, I got all these money trees
Look into the sky, I know God got his eye on me
It's gotta be destiny, It's gotta be destiny
Say we in the game now, I don't see no referee
Once they know my name now, You can leave the rest to me
Rare like a steakhouse, You know I got the recipe
If a beef breaks out, I brought all my refugees
Money on my mind, I can see it like telepathy
Going for the jackpot, It's all mine, it better be
I've been grinding harder, I got even smarter
Money even longer, I done learned to barter
Feeling like the Carter, All these boats are chartered
All these hoes are flocking because my jewels are water
Jeweler can't be prouder, I'ma roll this loud up
I need you to jump, baby, can you get louder
We don't want no problems, We just want the dollars
We don't want no drama, We just want commas
Million dollar dreams, I need an M inside my safe
Riding on my enemies and ain't nobody safe
They don't want no beef cause they know we gon' eat buffet
Only want dessert, baby, I just want the cake
I'ma go berserk, baby, killing them like Blade
Hopefully it works, I thank God and say my grace
I believe it works, take a look around my place
If you ain't try to work, get the fuck up out my face
I know we deserve this, look how we've been working
I've been waking early, all I got, I earned it
Grinding with a purpose, competition nervous
Came for that money, baby, thank you for your service
Volleyball we serving, in the whip we swerving
I ain't got no time for no bitch, I had to curve them
All that hating's worthless, I know that I'm worth it
Stomping on these serpents, I want this for certain
It's time to hustle harder
Time to hustle harder
It's time to hustle harder
I got even smarter, money got longer
It's time to hustle harder
It's time to hustle harder, Time to hit the squad up
We don't want no problems, We just want the dollars
This is for my mother, This is for my father
This is for my wife, And this is for my daughters
The world got harder, So I got smarter
Time to hustle harder, We don't want no problems
We just want the dollars, We just want the dollars
We don't want no problems, We just want the dollars
Six whips in my garage, I want Maybachs and Ferraris
Looking at my drip, You see the collar says Versace
I've been hustling harder, I got even smarter
Turned into a monster, Tell me who gon' stop us
Police out there looking for us, Like they brought the choppers
And all these operations underground, Like we some mobsters
Dressed up like a funeral, We pull up like the mafia
Some money on your head, My shooters take it right up off ya
We cooking up the pasta, Gotta feed the rastas
Cooking in the kitchen, Got my mama feeling proud of me
I member they doubted, I member they doubted
Now they see we made it, And I got them feeling sour
I put in the work, Put in ten thousand hours
Now we got the power, Now the city's ours
Getting filthy rich it's time to take a money shower
Looking at my wrist, Now when I can't tell the hour
Mama, are you proud of me? Father, are you proud of me
Remember I was younger, I had everybody doubting me
Ever since been on my own, I had a make sure, bet it all on me
Now the bills are all on me, Now the drinks are all on me
Phone ringing off the hook, Who the fuck's calling me
Feeling like some type of plug, I got all these money trees
Look into the sky, I know God got his eye on me
It's gotta be destiny, It's gotta be destiny
Say we in the game now, I don't see no referee
Once they know my name now, You can leave the rest to me
Rare like a steakhouse, You know I got the recipe
If a beef breaks out, I brought all my refugees
Money on my mind, I can see it like telepathy
Going for the jackpot, It's all mine, it better be
I've been grinding harder, I got even smarter
Money even longer, I done learned to barter
Feeling like the Carter, All these boats are chartered
All these hoes are flocking because my jewels are water
Jeweler can't be prouder, I'ma roll this loud up
I need you to jump, baby, can you get louder
We don't want no problems, We just want the dollars
We don't want no drama, We just want commas
Million dollar dreams, I need an M inside my safe
Riding on my enemies and ain't nobody safe
They don't want no beef cause they know we gon' eat buffet
Only want dessert, baby, I just want the cake
I'ma go berserk, baby, killing them like Blade
Hopefully it works, I thank God and say my grace
I believe it works, take a look around my place
If you ain't try to work, get the fuck up out my face
I know we deserve this, look how we've been working
I've been waking early, all I got, I earned it
Grinding with a purpose, competition nervous
Came for that money, baby, thank you for your service
Volleyball we serving, in the whip we swerving
I ain't got no time for no bitch, I had to curve them
All that hating's worthless, I know that I'm worth it
Stomping on these serpents, I want this for certain
It's time to hustle harder
Time to hustle harder
It's time to hustle harder
I got even smarter, money got longer
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Writer(s): Jarrid Diaz
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