Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hustle Hard Remix [Edited Version]’ by Ace Hood. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ace Hood or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
G Mix
I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
This the remix
[Chorus]
Same old s***, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I’ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
Okay, I’m booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the s*** then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I’m on south beach with the top off
Bad b**** and her a** soft
Something outta that catalog
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My Chevy sittin’ too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I’m all about the new Franklins
Ain’t talkin’ Aretha
B**** my league too major
I’m hip hop Derek Jeter
And I’m still feeling my pockets
Big ba** and its knocking
Yeah this be that remix
But still ride around with that rocket
N**** walking back to my household
“We The best” be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
N**** flow so retarded
We be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party ’cause its the
[Chorus]
Twenty fours on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King of Diamonds that’s me n****
No you b****es can’t hit my beat
Choppers only thing free n****s
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my pika
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted one mill
This morning, one fifty
P**** n****s can’t count me out,
Don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V twelve ? jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but’s it’s different yay
Yeah that’s candy paint, on my seven Tre
[Chorus]
OK, now, black card in my pocket
Riding round in that ‘Gatti
Pistol off my boxers
I ain’t got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she f*** me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin’
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that’s Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You n****s chicken, pollo
N**** live in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real n**** I’m authentic
I’ll f*** the b****es ’til she short winded
Got a bad b**** who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that b**** with that Wayne train
Free my n**** T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G six and a G five
You p**** n****s you feline
Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Wow kimosabe, I’m with Mack, ? and Marley
Cause its the same old s***, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Carter Four, b****, it’s coming soon
[Chorus]