Hustlin’ - Lil Wayne

Hustlin' - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)
Lyrics by：Lil Wayne
Composed by：Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne/DJ Drama：
Dramatic n***a
Haha shoutout my n***a Rick Ross
Shout to Slip-N-Slide
Khaled
My n***a DJ Khaled
Yeah Dedication 2
That's right
Drama I see ya
I'm so dedicated right now
Fee baby
Gangsta Gri-zillz
Hot Spitta Mack Maine
Twenty-four-seven
Po baby E-I-E-I-O
D2 Gangsta Gri-zillz
Yeah now what they do
You know it's Weezy F. the f**kin boss
Inside the Phantom b***h so big I probably get lost
Ill
How 'bout that exhaust and my Funky Cold Medina
I make that ho tip toe like a ballerina
I'm the Miami fever in that Miami Heat
Hop in that Miami water I'm like a Florida Marlin
But I come from New Orleans n***a we still strong
And my money real long real real real long
And this my thirteenth year b***h I'm still goin'
So my money real long real real real long
N***a that steel on red beam safety off
Murder scene tape it off red rum tomato sauce
N***as say they paper boys b***h I be with caper boys
I say we be burnin' bodies we don't be burnin' cars
And I got a b***h with me call her Miss Without-Drawers
And I'm at the bank you could call me Mr. Withdraws
Rick Ross/Lil Wayne：
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Yeah
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Yeah
Everyday I'm hustlin' everyday I'm everyday I'm
Everyday I'm hustlin' hu-hustlin' hustlin'
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
If you want it I'mma bring it let Diana Ross sing it
I'mma pull it I'mma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin'
I be way in Opa-Locka with that Rick Ross bangin'
If you try me I reverse ya now you Kris Kross-swangin' yeah
Whip soft top seats soft leather feet prop
Heat cocked somethin' on my neck look like a peacock
You need not talk that street hop to me Ak' cause we pop
Like thousand dollar bottles of that Chris Rock
B***h stop trippin' I been hot when not
I been threw away what they just got
And n***as talk s**t but when I see em they lips lock
B***h bop know I got that ooo wop griplock get shot
B***h I bet I'm hustlin' when ya n***a not
Bigger appetite bigger pot eat
Rick Ross/Lil Wayne：
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Yeah
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Weezy
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
Call it what you want but baby just don't call the cops
Let 'em chase that drop I'mma chase that guap
Yeah racetrack jacket with the racetrack locs
Yeah all black Maserati taste that smoke
Gangsta
I'mma crack that egg open beat that yolk
Let it soak let it soak watch it come back bulk yeah
Then I hit the streets up and talk that talk
Let it float let it float never come back broke naw
Run that s**t I'm Cash Money's bread and butter no sugar
Bring me all the beef I'm the motherf**kin' pressure cooker
Yeah yeah I could change the weather for ya
Lose ya a*s the neighbors tell 'em that they never saw ya
Close ya mouth it be better for ya
All that snitchin' like the cops got a medal for ya ha
I'mma hustler got work h*es and metal for ya
When ya think ya ready I'll be ready for ya b***h
DJ Drama/Lil Wayne：
Shoutout to the 305
Yeah Dedication 2
Whip it real hard
Philly and Miami
They got the official
Shoutout to MixUnit