Over Here Hustlin' lyrics

[Hook]

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

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook

And I just keep on kicking it kicking it like a knee and a foot

Yes, wayne straight like a ki' of that good

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

Re-up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect

That means my weed is the best, homie, even the stress

OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess

Let's call my bullets a lump, 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 calls

Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all

It's money over everything and bitches under all

M.O.B!

[Hook]

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

[Verse 2: Birdman]

I say uptown poppin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas

It's the home of the hard knocks

Cook up a whole block, kit 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 K.C., second floor sixth court

Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga

Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal eagle 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 stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals

We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel

Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills

[Hook]

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

[Verse 3: Birdman]

I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga

Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga

Fifty a thang, nigga, a G a name, nigga

That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga

Hop out a Range, nigga. Thang 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

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

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 apron

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 running 'round

Yeah, and I just do's what I does

You niggas couldn't even be who I was

• Artist:Birdman
• Album:Like Father, Like Son (2006)