Hustlin
Rick Ross Lyrics

Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin'
I work hard every day to make money and succeed

Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I'm the fuckin' boss
Don't mess with me, I am in charge here

Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I drive an expensive white car, a symbol of my wealth

I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (what) / I keep 'em comin' back (what), we keep 'em comin' back
I sell a lot of drugs and my customers keep coming back for more

I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic / I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I am involved in the distribution of drugs, even internationally

I know Pablo, Noreaga, the real Noreaga / He owe me a hundred favors
I have connections with powerful people, even drug lords, who owe me favors

My roof back, my money right / I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
I am wealthy and enjoy driving fast cars

When they snatched black I cried for a hundred nights / He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
My friend was arrested, and I worry about him because he has killed many people in the drug trade

We never steal cars, but we deal hard / Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard / I caught a charge, I caught a charge
We don't commit petty crimes, but we sell drugs aggressively and have been caught by the law

Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business / I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benz's
I take my work seriously and am focused on making money, even if it involves illegal activities

Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' / Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's fiend ish
I am a successful drug dealer, and even famous people like Jose Canseco are jealous and telling on me

I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens / They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
I give my drug mules steroids to make them strong enough to carry drugs across the ocean

Triple C's you know it's fat we holdin' sacks / So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
My crew has a lot of drugs and money, and anyone who snitches on us will regret it

Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows
I accumulate more material possessions and money through drug dealing

It's time to spend my thrills custom spinnin' wheels / I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still
I am rich enough to afford expensive custom car wheels, and my cars sit unused because I have so many

Talk about me 'cause these suckers scared to talk about me / Killers chalkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me
People are afraid to talk about me because I am a powerful and dangerous person, and even killers fear me

It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me / Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County
I am always surrounded by armed guards and fellow drug dealers, and illegal drug activity is rampant in my area

Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two / Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
I don't carry small guns, just big and expensive ones. And I can sell drugs for a lot of money

Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two / She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I am with a young, attractive woman who claims to be 22 years old, and we are in room 222

I touch work like I'm convertible Burt / I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
I deal drugs like a master craftsman, and I am involved in the distribution and transportation of drugs

In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off yayo / Steady slangin' yayo, my Chevy bangin' heyo
In Miami, many people are getting rich off of selling cocaine. I am one of them, and I ride around in my loud Chevy