Return Of The Hustle Songtext / Lyric

Got more, get your money in the air like this

Fab Time, BK

From nothin' to somethin', homie, yes

Street fida-dida-dam, yes

Ay, it's a new year and I'm back for the money

Just, I think I left somethin'



Cash rules everything around me

Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, yup, yup, yup



It's the return of the young hustle

A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle

Me, I rather do my lip-lashin' when the chips cashed in

Then you might see me on the strip, flashin'



Like Vegas lights and they say I shine Vegas bright

Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight

Some shit, gettin' hit and my leg is light

I mean, it coulda been a Tupac Vegas night

Or maybe a notorious L.A. evening






(Boo, you okay?)

I mean, well, I'm breathing

Hell, I'm even, bosser than I left

The money ain't right, then I toss it to the left

Yes, to the left, to the left

Everything is hustled to the deaf, to the F



A, B, baby, they be lazy

Gucci straight jacket 'cuz I may be crazy

Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper

It's a new year but I recycle for the paper

If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper

So have my check right, no typos wit the paper, please



Oh man, cash rules everything around me

Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill



I say, cash rules everything around me

Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup



They say the rap game remind them of the crack game

That's why they money go quicker than a crack high

My money stack high, how high? Shaq high

Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high



You lookin' at your new hustle like ya last hustle

Was looked at as Russell in my past hustle

Shorty, work it, she be on her ass, hustle

She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles



Fast, rush you, then back to the money

They say I'm frontin', can't turn my back to the money

And truthfully, you cool but I'm attracted to money

So why don't you turn ya back to the money and let it shake



I'm lovin' how you move that smooth, you let it snake

But playas don't chase at it, baby, we let it make

Bet it make sense when you make them dollars

I ain't gotta make 'em move but I make 'em holla



It's my year but y'all could help me celebrate

I'm nine fifteen, that means, I'm hella straight

The Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks

I'm back for my money, it's just they luck, fuck



Come on, man, cash rules everything around me

Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill



I say, cash rules everything around me

Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup



Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air

Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air

Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up

Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up



Ladies, money in the air, m-m-money in the air

Money in the air, m-m-money in the air

Money in the air, money in the air

Let me see it up, nigga you don't believe that