Over Here Hustlin'

(album: Like Father, Like Son - 2006)

[Chorus:]
We over here hustling, we over here grinding
We over here hustling, we over here grinding
We over here hustling, we over here grinding
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
We over here hustling, we over here grinding
We over here hustling, we over here
We over here hustling, we over here grinding
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

[Lil' Wayne:]
Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook.
And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh'
If your bitch don't know the rules, I will read her the book.
I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet.
I got the key to success, get money invest.
Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect.
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress.
OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess.
That's called my bullets and lugers, I put 'em deep in your neck.
Adam's apple meet banana clip.
You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip.
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls.
Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!

[Chorus]

[Birdman:]
I say uptown cobbling, uptown rocking, uptown niggas.
It's the home of the hard knocks.
Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white.
Riding with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice.
Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga.
Riding in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings.
Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers.
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper.
Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
'Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals.
We be grinding while we shining, nigga packing that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stacking the bills.

[Chorus]

[Birdman:]
I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that repping, 'fore I... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
'Cause we be stunting, nigga. Moving them things, nigga.

[Lil' Wayne:]
Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talking. This is how money sound.
I'm just chilling but my money still running 'round.
Yeah, and I just do's what I does.
You niggas couldn't even be who I was.