Song | Over Here Hustlin' |
Artist | Birdman |
Album | Like Father, Like Son |
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. |
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. |