Song Lyrics
You still gotta hustle, hustle monday through monday Hustlaz, i got hustlin on my resume
That he don t wanna hustle no more, and this a hustlin holiday, don t care if it s my worst day
Just send you on that vacay, we count our paper
I walk in through that back door, that he don t wanna hustle no more
I ain t tryna lay down, just send you on that vacay, we hustlin on christmas
Just know today a holiday for hustlin niggas like you, it s a holiday everyday nigga Hustlaz, i didn t think they d never ever hear the hustler s say
that he didn t wanna hustle no more
We all gone be rich one day, what a hustler need a bed for
Just know today a holiday for hustlin niggas like you, we count our paper, hustle every minute
If we talkin hustlin you know who the messiah boy, hustle every minute Jeezy, eye of the tiger boy
you don t see me at the club nigga
you just practice what you preach
Stack it like a black jew, wouldn t make it never ever hear a hustler say
When i walk up in that bank nigga, ain t no such thing as i can t
i love the grind
You still gotta hustle, i don t see you at the bank though, i don t give a fuck how rich you is nigga
I don t give a fuck how rich you is nigga, i got hustlin on my resume, just know today a holiday for hustlin niggas like you
We count our paper, i even hustle on mother s day, kept me hustlin thanksgivin
It s a holiday everyday nigga, you don t see me at the club nigga
When i walk up in that bank nigga, i didn t think they d never ever hear the hustler s say
Ain t no such thing as i can t, and we ain t missin one day Hustlaz, if you lazy bitch
They talkin bout how you fell off, i love the grind
We hustle every day nigga, ain t no such thing as i can t
I can t even stay awake, and we ain t missin one day
what a hustler need a bed for
put that on god on sunday
hustlers don t get no sleep
when it s all about how you get back
Just send you on that vacay, just send you on that vacay
I ve been griding all week, i don t give a fuck how much money you got my nigga
Shit can go from sweet to sour, got eyes on the prize Jeezy, shit can go from sweet to sour
It s a holiday everyday nigga, i love the grind
I walk in through that back door, i walk in through that back door
i even hustle on mother s day
that he don t wanna hustle no more
i got hustlin on my resume
I even hustle on mother s day, i didn t think they d never ever hear the hustler s say
you still gotta hustle
That he didn t wanna hustle no more, don t care if it s my worst day, you still gotta hustle