Gucci Mane — Hustlers Anthem

[Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman] Hustle, Hustle, it's all about the hustle Busta like a black jewel, use a little muscle Working in my trap house doin' lotta numbers She ain't got no money, girl, it's a lotta gumble Smoking on good shit, ice like Alaska Spend some Shoe Shopping, car like a NASCAR Chain super heavy, catch me on WordStar Young Juiceman in the club like a world bar Workin' 6 cellphone, 9 in the morning Bright bitch turnin', splash wit cold water Poppa go dinin' Alligator order Feel the tide dying & they actin' wit your daughter Clean go nasty, just to go charge her Pull up in the Honda, bitch due summer Fall off in thе club, dog, ain't know frontin' Hunnid thousand weekend and we gettin' monеy [Chorus: T-Pain & Busta Rhymes] You should already know when I walk in the door That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (Frontin' on me!) I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing You already know what it's gon' be (What it's gon' be!) I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yo) I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yeah!) And if you feel me put your hands up And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me [Post-Chorus: T-Pain] It's the anthem like La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!) La, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!) La-yeah, la-yeah, la! I keep hustlin dog (La! La!) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I Hustle like Busta, I'm icy like Busta Now bring your girl around, Gucci, cause I might fuck her So Icey boy, baby, everything groovy Hat to the shoes, baby, everything gucci Toasty the Toosty the case feel goopis Eazy-E droptop call the car "roofless" Rap star ice butter, trap star life 40 in my 11 ride case I wanna roll dice 50 in my back take a rockstar wife Big G's on bread wanna have a food fight Anytime in a place we can have a money fight Brought a mill, two days, four shows, three flights Gucci Mane, Busta Bus, DJ play it loud Jewelry so loud think we need to turn it down A-Town, Hulk shit, New York, nick shit Busta Rhymes it's Gucci & I'm still on Zone 6 shit [Chorus: T-Pain & Busta Rhymes] You should already know when I walk in the door That it ain't no use in frontin' on me (Frontin' on me!) I'm a hustle I'm a do my thing You already know what it's gon' be (What it's gon' be!) I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yo) I keep hustlin, I keep hustlin (Yo, yeah!) And if you feel me put your hands up And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me [Post-Chorus: T-Pain] It's the anthem like La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!) La, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog La, la, la, la, la! Yeah, yeah! La, la, la, la, la! I keep hustlin dog, whoa! (La, la, la, la!) La-yeah, la-yeah, la! I keep hustlin dog (La! La!)