Birdman & Lil' Wayne - Over Here Hustlin' - text písně

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

Now ho don´t ask me what i´m doing, thats me in the hook.
And i just keep on gettin it gettin it like a ni´ in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh´
If your bitch 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 weed 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 bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don´t answer, I don´t answer unless the money talks.
Yeah that´s my word, thats my word know i will front for y´all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!

i say uptown cobblin´, uptown rockin´, uptown niggas.
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 bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie´s, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain´t a thing nigga.
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 nigga, that´s how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
´Cause we be stuntin while we hustlin, nigga makin his meals.
We be grindin´ while we shinin´, nigga packin´ that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin´ the bills.

I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switchin the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That´s what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that reppin´, ´fore i... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
´Cause we be stuntin´, nigga. Moving them things, nigga.

Paper paper, paper. All i need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher´s aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talkin´. This is how money sound.
I´m just chillin´ but my money still runnin ´round.
Yeah, and I just do´s what i does.
You niggas couldn´t even be who i was.

Přidal: Ondra dne 05. 03. 2007 v 17:37.
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