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Aye hear what mi a say (‘traight) Mi a do this one fi the real hustler them Aye Dinero, Aye Dre Skull Watch ‘ya! Real thugs Hustle fi the money Hustle fi the money, hustle fi the money Yeah, yeah we hustle fi the money, hustle fi the money You na do nothing for me Ghetto youths want house pon the hill with big cars and Sail out pon mi yatch and things Invite girl pon the block, them piss them skin And swear them in foreign Mi wish mi would’ve go me bed go a mi home and sleep one night and rich before morning Tired fi hear ghetto people balling When poor knock mi door na let that in That’s why mi Hustle fi the money Hustle fi the money, hustle fi the money Yeah, yeah we hustle fi the money, hustle fi the money You na do nothing for me Sitting at the table, connect like the cable guy SongtexteGloves on, trying not to catch a table high Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t Money counter ding, something every nigga won't Mac-11 ring, what you niggas never want Informer sing when them jail cells come to haunt (Yuugh) Yeah, 80 kilos every month Every bitch I ever wanted Every level watch em stuntin' The avatar blue-faced Prezi on his wrist The proof that it’s blue magic within every brick The heat from the blue flame cook it as I mix I hustle till the death, you ain’t got to question this (Yuugh) Hustle fi the money Hustle fi the money, hustle fi the money Yeah, yeah we hustle fi the money, hustle fi the money You na do nothing for me Every ghetto youth fi, turn billionaire Rich(er) than Chamillionaire Pounds and Euro talk loud, make a nigga hear Dollar sign pon mi Benz stick, where you shift the gear Nothing pon the Earth nuh fi ever [?] Work hard fi cheese, and mi get that too ‘Cause certain gigs Hotskull na do No boy can’t play with me like marble Mi rather stay broke with mi life hardened Hustle fi the money Hustle fi the money, hustle fi the money Yeah, yeah we hustle fi the money, hustle fi the money You na do nothing for me Aus Songtexte Mania