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I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45
If I'd die today, remember me like john lennon
Bury the louis, I'm talkin all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it's december thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
Told em my partnah and help them faggots give em thirty

Whoo (woo,woo,woo)
Whoo (woo,woo,woo)
MAYBACH MUSIC.. BOSS
MAYBACH MUSIC.. RICKY ROSS
MAYBACH MUSIC.. ITS TRIPPLE C’s
MAYBACH MUSIC.. COLOR CUT CLARIY

My gun dirty, my brick clean

Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'
Hustle, Hustlin 'Hustlin'

[Intro: Rick Ross]
This shit is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy nigga
Follow me

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
I’m so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated

Hustlin, hustlin, hustl-, hustlin, hustlin, hustl-
Hustlin, hustlin, hustl-, hustlin, hustlin, hustl-
Hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, hustl-

Everyday I'm hustlin, everyday I'm hustlin
Everyday I'm hustlin, everyday I'm hustlin
Everyday I'm hustlin, everyday I'm hustlin
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin