CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Hustle On

Chorus:
I got my - I got my sweet-water hustle on!!!
(All Day)
I got my - I got my rosewater hustle on!!!
(Always)
I got my - I got my pomegranate hustle on!!!
(Hustle Onnnn!!!)
I got my - I got my tamarindo my hustle on!!!
(Yaoooo)
The saint of (This ain't a) sham my boy
(NOOO)
No one can break it down like i can my boy
(OHHH)
Here - watch hold my camera boy
(GOOO)
I do the hustle like im Van McCoy
(WHOA...)
You know the feelin every man's enjoyed
(SHO)
I make an honest livin with my hands - employed
(DOUGH)
So yes i am annoyed …
Go get ya hustle on or can the noise
(shhhhhhh)

Verse 1:
Now i could sell a
Bedouin a sandcastle
With my hands shackled
Convince 'em its a glass palace
When its ramshackle
Think twice - fixed price
When ya can't haggle
Thick slice sit like
Brisk nights in the panhandle
Sweet tea
Competition greets me
Tryin to flip a cheap fee
B/c they know they gettin manhandled
(hey...)
You Willy Lowman's need to know when
It's time to cut your losses
Go ahead - punch your bosses
Thats word to MrTibbz
I serve 'em till they nauseous
Like Woody Boyd
Witty pretty boy with the Narcicyst
Stick to the script quick
Sale dont tempt me
Long-term growth's
When the fares grow plenty
See they can claim to have a ton
& barely have twenty
Concede its (can see it as) half full
When its clearly half-empty
Now put your cups up & flex that muscle long
Remember that offendum said to go on & git that HUSTLE ON!!!
Chrous:
I got my - I got my sweet-water hustle on!!!
(All Day)
I got my - I got my rosewater hustle on!!!

(Always)
I got my - I got my pomegranate hustle on!!!
(Hustle Onnnn!!!)
I got my - I got my tamarindo my hustle on!!!
I got my - I got my sweet-water hustle on!!!
(All Day)
I got my - I got my rosewater hustle on!!!
(Always)
I got my - I got my liqorish (3rq soos) hustle on!!!
(Hustle Onnnn!!!)
I got my - I got a Hibiscus hustle on!!!
(Yaoooo)
The saint of (This ain't a) sham my boy
(NOOO)
No one can make it sound like i can my boy
(OHHH)
Now this is how its goin down my boy
(GOOO)
I do the hustle like im Van McCoy
(WHOA...)
You know the feelin every man's enjoyed
(SHO)
I make an honest livin with my hands - employed
(DOUGH)
So yes i am annoyed
Go get ya hustle on or can the noise
(shhhhhhh)

Verse 2:
And no you can't knock it
With any reasonable doubt
The #1 pusha
Easin it out
Pourin my sugarwater pitcher
Picture pleasin ya mouth
But put'chya payment in my palm
Dont go leavin without
My keys & pound/spout
With interest in me
Livin without
The riba no doubt
With reason i could
Freeze an account
Optimize streamline
Monopolize - truth
Even it out
The cost of lies - proof
Believer devout
Prophecise who?
Im just tryina cop a fly soof
What can i do?
Peddlar of a funkdafied brew
Customized to
Deliver the dollars in response to
The customers a' hollerin behind you
Now mind you
The market may take dips
With bread chips like fondu
& target your pensions
With a penchant to starve you
So git ya hustle on before you go & try to argue
This a sample homey i ain't gonna charge you