Hustle Hard
Rick Ross Lyrics


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G Mix
I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(G mix)
This the remix

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house)
Baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard)
Guess what I'ma do (what's that?)
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 shit then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass 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 them Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I'm hip hop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and its knocking
Yeah this be that remix
But still ride around with that rocket
Nigga walking back to my household
"We The best" be that logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarly
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy party 'cause its the

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house)
Baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (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

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 nigga
No you bitches can't hit my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
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
Pussy niggas can't count me out,
Don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V twelve bugiddy 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

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house)
Baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard)
Guess what we gonna do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

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 fuck 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 niggas chicken, po' yo
Nigga 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 nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bar tending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G six and a G five
You pussy niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and Marley

Cause its the same old shit, 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, bitch, it's coming soon

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house)
Baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard)
Guess what I'ma gonna do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard




Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Overall Meaning

In Rick Ross's "Hustle Hard" remix, the rapper discusses the grind of trying to succeed in life. The first verse contemplates the various needs of family members and the difficulties of making ends meet. He emphasizes the importance of hard work and hustle, highlighting that no one will hand you success on a silver platter; rather, it has to be earned. The chorus reinforces this message, repeating the phrase "hustle hard" to indicate that working hard is the only path to success.


The second verse presents a more glamorous portrayal of success, with a focus on the material possessions that come with monetary riches. Ross discusses his booked-out schedule, show money deposits, and a house note in his pocket. The verse ends with Ross listing his possessions - a Chevy, the high-sitting Wiz Khalifa, and Franklin bills. This is Ross's way of emphasizing that the end result of grinding hard is that you get to enjoy the finer things in life.


Overall, the lyrics of the song communicate a sense of struggle and determination in the face of adversity. Ross juxtaposes the difficulties of everyday life with the joys of wealth and success. He also emphasizes the importance of hard work, grind, and perseverance in achieving that success.


Line by Line Meaning

Same old shit, just a different day
Facing the same challenges, but in a new day


Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Working hard and trying to succeed by any means necessary


Momma need a house (house)
My mother needs a place to live


Baby need some shoes (shoes)
My child needs footwear


Times are getting hard (hard)
Financial difficulties are becoming more challenging


Guess what I'ma do (what's that?)
I'm going to hustle and work hard


Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Continuously putting in effort and dedication


Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
You won't receive help if you don't speak up about your needs


Okay, I'm booked out until August
I'm fully scheduled and busy until August


Show money deposits
Income from my performances


See the shit then I cop it
If I desire something, I'll buy it


Got but a house note in my pocket
I only have money for my mortgage payment


I'm on south beach with the top off
I'm driving around South Beach with the convertible roof down


Bad bitch and her ass soft
I'm with an attractive woman who has a nice rear end


Something outta that catalog
She's like a model from a magazine


She introduced to that lock jaw
She showed me impressive skills in oral sex


And I think her name was Lisa
I'm not sure of her real name, but I'll call her Lisa


Or maybe it was Sheila
Her name might also be Sheila


My Chevy sittin' too high
My Chevrolet is lifted high off the ground


I call that Wiz Khalifa
I refer to it as 'Wiz Khalifa' because he's known for smoking weed


And I'm all about them Franklins
I prioritize earning one hundred dollar bills


Ain't talkin' Aretha
I'm not referring to Aretha Franklin, just the currency


Bitch my league too major
I am on a higher level than lesser individuals


I'm hip hop Derek Jeter
I am the equivalent of Derek Jeter in the hip-hop world


And I'm still feeling my pockets
I still have a lot of money


Big bass and its knocking
Powerful bass is pulsating through the music


Yeah this be that remix
This is the remixed version of the song


But still ride around with that rocket
I still carry a firearm with me


Nigga walking back to my household
I'm returning home on foot


"We The best" be that logo
The logo representing 'We The Best' is distinctive


Hundred grand for that neck glow
I spend a hundred thousand dollars for an extravagant necklace


All about the dinero
I'm focused on making money


Nigga flow so retarded
I have an exceptionally unique and impressive rap style


We be getting gnarly
We're having an outrageous, wild time


Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy party 'cause its the
Oh, my friend, it's Rick Ross and Lil Wayne hosting a memorable party


Twenty fours on my Beemer
I have 24-inch wheels on my BMW


You never know when I slide up
I can unexpectedly approach or arrive


Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up
I have a 19-round magazine in my gun, with a red laser aiming dot


Hundred deep in that K-O-D
I have a hundred people with me at King of Diamonds strip club


King of Diamonds that's me nigga
I am the top figure at King of Diamonds


No you bitches can't hit my beat
You girls can't match my rhythm or style


Choppers only thing free niggas
The only thing you can get for free is a gun (chopper)


Step to me and I teach you
If you confront me, I'll show you a lesson


Somebody text his picture
Someone should send a photo of him


Straight drop in my pika
There's pure, uncut drugs in my car


Ace knocking my speakers
The bass from my speakers is incredibly loud


Last night I counted one mill
Yesterday, I counted one million dollars


This morning, one fifty
This morning, I counted one hundred and fifty thousand dollars


Pussy niggas can't count me out,
Jealous guys can't underestimate me


Don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
Don't act in a way that will cause me to offend you


V twelve bugiddy jet blue, forget it
I have a blue V12 Bugatti, let's forget about it


Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
My Rolex watch is adorned with high-quality diamonds


Same old brick, but's it's different yay
I have the same drugs (brick), but a new variation of it


Yeah that's candy paint, on my seven Tre
The vibrant paint on my 73' Chevy Impala is like candy


Twenty fours on my Beemer
I have 24-inch wheels on my BMW


You never know when I slide up
I can unexpectedly approach or arrive


Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up
I have a 19-round magazine in my gun, with a red laser aiming dot


Hundred deep in that K-O-D
I have a hundred people with me at King of Diamonds strip club


King of Diamonds that's me nigga
I am the top figure at King of Diamonds


No you bitches can't hit my beat
You girls can't match my rhythm or style


Choppers only thing free niggas
The only thing you can get for free is a gun (chopper)


Step to me and I teach you
If you confront me, I'll show you a lesson


Somebody text his picture
Someone should send a photo of him


Straight drop in my pika
There's pure, uncut drugs in my car


Ace knocking my speakers
The bass from my speakers is incredibly loud


Last night I counted one mill
Yesterday, I counted one million dollars


This morning, one fifty
This morning, I counted one hundred and fifty thousand dollars


Pussy niggas can't count me out,
Jealous guys can't underestimate me


Don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
Don't act in a way that will cause me to offend you


V twelve bugiddy jet blue, forget it
I have a blue V12 Bugatti, let's forget about it


Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
My Rolex watch is adorned with high-quality diamonds


Same old brick, but's it's different yay
I have the same drugs (brick), but a new variation of it


Yeah that's candy paint, on my seven Tre
The vibrant paint on my 73' Chevy Impala is like candy


OK, now, black card in my pocket
I have a prestigious black credit card in my possession


Riding round in that 'Gatti
I'm driving around in a Bugatti


Pistol off my boxers
I have a handgun concealed in my underwear


I ain't got time to be boxing
I don't have time for physical fights


Got a red bone she look tropic
I have a light-skinned woman who looks exotic


If she fuck me right then she shopping
If she has sex with me satisfactorily, she can go shopping


Young money we poppin'
The Young Money group is successful and influential


I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
I dominate and outperform other rappers, like Anthony Hopkins' acting skills


See that V-neck, that's Polo
The V-neck shirt I'm wearing is from the Polo brand


Grilled up like Ocho
I have expensive jewelry on, similar to Chad Johnson (Ocho Cinco)


Chuck Taylors with no socks
I'm wearing Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers without socks


You niggas chicken, po' yo
You guys are scared, losing your confidence


Nigga live in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
I live luxuriously every day, particularly at King of Diamonds on Mondays


Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
My style and confidence are so impressive, it's dumbfounding


Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
I have a large house with a backyard and an aquarium containing sharks


Real nigga I'm authentic
I am a genuine and true person


I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
I will engage in sexual activity with women until they become exhausted


Got a bad bitch who be bar tending
I have an attractive woman who works as a bartender


Couple homies that gang bang
I have a few friends who are involved in gang activities


I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
I feature in and dominate any song I'm on, like Lil Wayne does


Free my nigga T.I
I hope T.I. is released from prison


SooWoo to the beehive
Shoutout to the gang (Bloods) and the Beyhive (Beyoncé fans)


Got a G six and a G five
I own a Gulfstream G650 and a Gulfstream G550 private jet


You pussy niggas you feline
You weak guys are like cats, not real men


Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarly
Let's keep the party going, we're having an amazing time


Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and Marley
Oh, my friend, I'm with Mack Maine, DJ Khaled, and Waka Flocka Flame


Cause its the same old shit, just a different day
This is the recurring struggle, but in a new day


Out here tryna get it, each and every way
We're out here tirelessly trying to achieve success in any possible manner


Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
I need to provide a house for my mother and shoes for my child


They want that Carter Four, bitch, it's coming soon
Fans are eagerly anticipating the release of Lil Wayne's album 'Tha Carter IV'




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Antoine Mccolister, Dwayne Carter, Lexus Arnel Lewis, William Leonard Roberts

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@jasonfox3523

Back when weezy had to go last on every song because you knew he was going to kill it and don’t let him hit that blunt before his part 🤯🤯

@shawnicebledsoe9256

facts...

@anthonygraves9039

Yasssss when the whole club sung Wayne's parts 🔥🔥😎

@chevaneauthers1250

Jason Fox yk it gone be trouble wen he hit dat blunt 😂😂

@markshinners9039

Just like on pop that 😂😂

@ceezgeez1793

Good shit

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@Imhairforyeaux_75

Wayne's verse is ridiculous 🔥🔥🔥

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@prettysmangele4840

I'm still listening to this in 2024🙈🔥🔥

@FirePenguin11

I just Randomly started thinking about wayne verse😂

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