Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it in each and every way Mummy need a house, I need a crib too Plus times is getting hard so guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard Fam I couldn't give a fuck what a next man's wearing Only expensive shit that I'm wearing Fam his outfit ain't costing half a grand I spent five bills on my earrings How the fuck niggas talking bout mulla? And they really ain't getting these P's I had more than five bags when I was eighteen I was nineteen with more than ten G's I know you see me smiling And thinking, yeah you're gonna try Rimz But homeboy, before you start that shit I'll show a nigga straight I'm on my ting Fam I lost six and I ain't lying I lost six and I ain't crying Nuttin though cah that's minor Cause I'll make that back without trying Eight racks on my wrist G Two bags on my pinky Three bags on my fizzy Over a hundred nits seen my Lizzy I spent two bags on one ting Two bags on one ring Walking round in my Louis's That's that half a bag on my kicks Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it in each and every way Mummy need a house, I need a crib too Plus times is getting hard so guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard