[Lyric] Hustle Hard Bad Boy Remix (Aasim)

[Part I]

[Skit: Song Samples]
"Bad Boy, come out and play, you know we had to do a remix, right?"
"You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews
Don't let the melody intrigue you"
"He worth a mill on the low
Plus the weather man said that its a light chance of snow
Its some Boyz—"
"All eyes on me, shawty, I'ma bomb first (First)
I'm the truth, and they say the truth hurts
Hu—"
"—Boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture is two of the greatest
The r—"
"Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
Dope boy magic, sevеn days a week
Number one record, long as Nitti on thе beat"

[Part II]
[Intro: Aasim]
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh, yeah, uh
Another exclusive
That exclusive sh—
Yeah, yeah, uh
From one of the west coast finest
D—D—D—DJ Far
For my hungry niggas, let's go, uh

[Chorus: Aasim]
Same old shit, just a different day
I'm out here tryna get it, in each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
When times get hard, this what I'm gon' do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

[Verse 1: Aasim]
My whole life is a song, gunshots is my alarm
My mixtapes in them barbershops, can't wait 'til I get on
My pen been writin' too long, that Bentley ain't in my driveway
Can't wait 'til that growls, leave hunger pains on that highway
While Ma$e went and found Jesus, I was out countin' them pieces
Duckin' shots and polices, hopin' my bank account increases
My heart's cold while it's beatin', I match this cold world while it's freezin'
Tears fall from my eyes for no reason, but I got model chicks that I'm freakin'
I'm eatin' rappers, no seasonin', double cup, bitch, I'm leanin'
Alcohol, bitch, I need it to keep these hungry voices from speakin'
I'm a savage wolf in a sheep's coat, y'all niggas is my meal ticket
Even with Wayne and Ross on the joint, Aasim came through and still killed it
[Chorus: Aasim & Red Café]
Same old shit, just a different day
I'm out here tryna get it, in each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
When times get hard, this what I'm gon' do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (Red Café)
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard (Shake down)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Red Café]
Fuck you niggas and your feelin's, I been known for coke dealin's
Thuggin' all through my neighborhood, run up in your house and your chitlins
Every day a nigga go fishin', cook it up in my kitchen
I got more blocks than Josh Smith, come acquire yo' fixin'
I'm a international baller, fuck a bitch and don't call her
Now she callin' me daddy, bitch, I ain't your father
I'ma knock you down but no wifin', shop the girl's up indictment
Now I'm back on my shit, eat these rappers like I'm Mike Tyson
Church girls on Sunday, new perfections Tuesday
Tip you in the strip club, but I ain't payin' for yo' pussy
No chasin' my liquor, I ain't takin' no pictures
Look I'm 'bout my money, I get paid for ink in these scriptures
In my all black like I'm Bruce Wayne, I don't play with no loose chains
Any day at least a hun'ed grand in my duffle bag like I'm 2 Chainz
I'm a immigrant, now I'm figure shit
I don't end beef, nigga, I finish it
[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are gettin' hard, guess what I'mma do
Hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hard (Hard)
Hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hard (Hard)
Hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), hard (Hard)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard