Hustlin (Explicit)

Hustlin' (奔波不停) - 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