Hustle - Popcaan, Pusha T

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

Gloves 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