Over Here Hustlin' Lyrics
| Song | Over Here Hustlin' |
| Artist | Birdman |
| Album | Like Father, Like Son |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carter, Mollings, Mollings ... | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I'm all, I'm all about my paper, | |
| I'm all, I'm all about my paper | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I'm all, I'm all about my paper, | |
| I'm all, I'm all about my paper [Lil' Wayne:] | |
| Now ho don't ask me what | |
| I'm doing, thats me in the hook. | |
| And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book | |
| Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh' | |
| If your ******* don't know the rules, | |
| I will read her the book. | |
| I got the key to the boat, | |
| I got the key to the jet. | |
| I got the key to success, get money invest. | |
| Read up with the rest. | |
| I got a Swedish connect. | |
| That means my ***** is the best, yoke to even the stress. | |
| OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess. | |
| That's called my bullets and lugers, | |
| I put 'em deep in your neck. | |
| Adam's apple meet banana clip. | |
| You know my script, | |
| I just get my chips and then | |
| I dip, and then | |
| I dip. They say the bull*******t walks, the money talks. | |
| So I don't answer, | |
| I don't answer unless the money calls. | |
| Yeah that's my word, thats my word know | |
| I will front for y'all. | |
| Its money over everything and ******* under all. | |
| M.O.B! [Chorus] [Birdman:] | |
| I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown *****s. | |
| It's the home of the hard knocks. | |
| Cook up a whole block. | |
| Hit it up in all white. | |
| Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice. | |
| Shop 'till you pop *******, do your own thing ho. | |
| Got the game from | |
| Pixie's, second floor sixth court. | |
| Bling bling king *****, money ain't a thing *****. | |
| Ridin' in a | |
| Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings. | |
| Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers. | |
| Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper. | |
| Zip it and whip it *****, that's how we *******p it, *****. | |
| Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, *****. | |
| I spent a mill on my grill for real. ' | |
| Cause we be stunting while we hustling, ***** making his meals. | |
| We be grindin' while we *******nin', ***** packin' that steel | |
| Stay fly, get money, ***** stackin' the bills. [Chorus] [Birdman:] | |
| I say, we deep in the game, *****. we switching the lanes, ***** | |
| Got blood money homie. | |
| No pain, no gain, *****. | |
| Fifty a fame *****, a | |
| G a name, *****. | |
| That's what we do *****, claim your fame, *****. | |
| Hop out a range, *****. | |
| Fang in hand, *****. | |
| Stop all that reppin', 'fore | |
| I... send some flames, *****. | |
| All this money, *****. | |
| Jewelry and fame, *****. ' | |
| Cause we be stuntin', *****. | |
| Moving them things, *****. [Lil' Wayne:] | |
| Paper paper, paper. | |
| All I need is paper. | |
| Green paper. | |
| White chalk, yellow tape will, make your *******rt look like you got on the butcher's aprin. | |
| Go ahead and make the steak then, ******* *****. | |
| *******, ***** talkin'. | |
| This is how money sound. | |
| I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round. | |
| Yeah, and | |
| I just do's what | |
| I does. You *****s couldn't even be who | |
| I was. |
| zuo qu : Carter, Mollings, Mollings ... | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper, | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper, | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper Lil' Wayne: | |
| Now ho don' t ask me what | |
| I' m doing, thats me in the hook. | |
| And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book | |
| Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh' | |
| If your don' t know the rules, | |
| I will read her the book. | |
| I got the key to the boat, | |
| I got the key to the jet. | |
| I got the key to success, get money invest. | |
| Read up with the rest. | |
| I got a Swedish connect. | |
| That means my is the best, yoke to even the stress. | |
| OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess. | |
| That' s called my bullets and lugers, | |
| I put ' em deep in your neck. | |
| Adam' s apple meet banana clip. | |
| You know my script, | |
| I just get my chips and then | |
| I dip, and then | |
| I dip. They say the bull t walks, the money talks. | |
| So I don' t answer, | |
| I don' t answer unless the money calls. | |
| Yeah that' s my word, thats my word know | |
| I will front for y' all. | |
| Its money over everything and under all. | |
| M. O. B! Chorus Birdman: | |
| I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown s. | |
| It' s the home of the hard knocks. | |
| Cook up a whole block. | |
| Hit it up in all white. | |
| Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice. | |
| Shop ' till you pop , do your own thing ho. | |
| Got the game from | |
| Pixie' s, second floor sixth court. | |
| Bling bling king , money ain' t a thing . | |
| Ridin' in a | |
| Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings. | |
| Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers. | |
| Coming through the attic, 20 in the helichopper. | |
| Zip it and whip it , that' s how we p it, . | |
| Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, . | |
| I spent a mill on my grill for real. ' | |
| Cause we be stunting while we hustling, making his meals. | |
| We be grindin' while we nin', packin' that steel | |
| Stay fly, get money, stackin' the bills. Chorus Birdman: | |
| I say, we deep in the game, . we switching the lanes, | |
| Got blood money homie. | |
| No pain, no gain, . | |
| Fifty a fame , a | |
| G a name, . | |
| That' s what we do , claim your fame, . | |
| Hop out a range, . | |
| Fang in hand, . | |
| Stop all that reppin', ' fore | |
| I... send some flames, . | |
| All this money, . | |
| Jewelry and fame, . ' | |
| Cause we be stuntin', . | |
| Moving them things, . Lil' Wayne: | |
| Paper paper, paper. | |
| All I need is paper. | |
| Green paper. | |
| White chalk, yellow tape will, make your rt look like you got on the butcher' s aprin. | |
| Go ahead and make the steak then, . | |
| , talkin'. | |
| This is how money sound. | |
| I' m just chillin' but my money still running ' round. | |
| Yeah, and | |
| I just do' s what | |
| I does. You s couldn' t even be who | |
| I was. |
| zuò qǔ : Carter, Mollings, Mollings ... | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper, | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper, | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper Lil' Wayne: | |
| Now ho don' t ask me what | |
| I' m doing, thats me in the hook. | |
| And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book | |
| Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh' | |
| If your don' t know the rules, | |
| I will read her the book. | |
| I got the key to the boat, | |
| I got the key to the jet. | |
| I got the key to success, get money invest. | |
| Read up with the rest. | |
| I got a Swedish connect. | |
| That means my is the best, yoke to even the stress. | |
| OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess. | |
| That' s called my bullets and lugers, | |
| I put ' em deep in your neck. | |
| Adam' s apple meet banana clip. | |
| You know my script, | |
| I just get my chips and then | |
| I dip, and then | |
| I dip. They say the bull t walks, the money talks. | |
| So I don' t answer, | |
| I don' t answer unless the money calls. | |
| Yeah that' s my word, thats my word know | |
| I will front for y' all. | |
| Its money over everything and under all. | |
| M. O. B! Chorus Birdman: | |
| I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown s. | |
| It' s the home of the hard knocks. | |
| Cook up a whole block. | |
| Hit it up in all white. | |
| Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice. | |
| Shop ' till you pop , do your own thing ho. | |
| Got the game from | |
| Pixie' s, second floor sixth court. | |
| Bling bling king , money ain' t a thing . | |
| Ridin' in a | |
| Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings. | |
| Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers. | |
| Coming through the attic, 20 in the helichopper. | |
| Zip it and whip it , that' s how we p it, . | |
| Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, . | |
| I spent a mill on my grill for real. ' | |
| Cause we be stunting while we hustling, making his meals. | |
| We be grindin' while we nin', packin' that steel | |
| Stay fly, get money, stackin' the bills. Chorus Birdman: | |
| I say, we deep in the game, . we switching the lanes, | |
| Got blood money homie. | |
| No pain, no gain, . | |
| Fifty a fame , a | |
| G a name, . | |
| That' s what we do , claim your fame, . | |
| Hop out a range, . | |
| Fang in hand, . | |
| Stop all that reppin', ' fore | |
| I... send some flames, . | |
| All this money, . | |
| Jewelry and fame, . ' | |
| Cause we be stuntin', . | |
| Moving them things, . Lil' Wayne: | |
| Paper paper, paper. | |
| All I need is paper. | |
| Green paper. | |
| White chalk, yellow tape will, make your rt look like you got on the butcher' s aprin. | |
| Go ahead and make the steak then, . | |
| , talkin'. | |
| This is how money sound. | |
| I' m just chillin' but my money still running ' round. | |
| Yeah, and | |
| I just do' s what | |
| I does. You s couldn' t even be who | |
| I was. |
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