Birdman and Lil Wayne - Over Here Hustlin Lyrics

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (yeah, uh)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (somebody say somethin' to me?)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (well, tell 'em I say f*ck 'em)
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' (yeah, ah, I know))
We over here hustlin', we over here (I work hard, bitch)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (yeah)
I'm all, I'm all about my paper (I can do that)
I'm all, I'm all about my paper (that right)

Now ho, don't ask me what I'm doing, that's me in the hook
And I just keep on kickin' it, kickin' it like a knee and a foot
Yes, Wayne straight like a ki' of that good
And if the bitch don't know the rules, then 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, junkie even the stress
Okay, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess
Let's call my bullets a lump 'cause 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, that's my word, no, I wouldn't front for y'all
It's money over everything and bitches under all, M-O-B

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (yeah, yeah, shorty)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (I wish one of them pussies would)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (tell me somethin', nigga, f*ck 'em)
I'm all, I'm all about my paper (Like Father Like Son, we goin' to the bank on these bitches)
I'm all, I'm all about my paper (half a mill in the grill on these pussies)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (pussy)
We over here hustlin', we over here (Uptown, we in this motherf*cker, AK toters)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (hood rich, motherf*cker, get money)
I'm all, I'm all about my paper (or die, bitch)
I'm all, I'm all about my paper (one hundred)

I say Uptown poppin', Uptown rockin'
Uptown made us, it's the home of the hard knocks
Cook up a whole block, kitted up in all white
Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it on ice
Shop 'til you pop, bitch, do your own thing, ho
Got the game from KC, 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
Comin' through the attic, twenty in the heli-chopper
Zip it and whip it, nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga
Burn it and light it and we dip it and we hit it, nigga
I spent a mill on my grill for real
'Cause we be stuntin while we hustlin, nigga, making these meals
We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga, packin' that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga, stackin' them bills

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (yeah)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (yeah)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (yeah, yeah)
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' (yeah)
We over here hustlin', we over here (yeah)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (yeah)
I'm all, I'm all about my paper
I'm all, I'm all about my paper (yeah)

I say, we deep in the game, nigga
We switching them 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 (yessir)
'Cause we be stuntin', nigga, moving them things, nigga (uh-huh, look)

Paper, paper, paper, all I need is paper
Green paper, white chalk, yellow tape will
Make your shirt look like you got on a butcher's apron
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga
Rich nigga talkin', this 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, ha

Unbelievable, un-motherf*ckin'-believable, the type of shit we do
Shit, what's the business, OJ Joe?
KC, Shaheed Mohammed, world
What it do, OG Calvin? Bo Milla, Boss Jack
My nigga Skwaloo, Big Rufus
All my hood rich Gs, every one of my niggas gangsta
All my AK toters, it's get money or die, bitch