All Hustle, No Luck (feat. Pusha T, Bun B & Yo Gotti) [Remix]

All I ever wanted, was some money get some money All I ever wanted, was some money get some money Turn a dollar to 20, 20 to a fifty, fifty to a band Hold up, wait, I'm going in All white phantom like it come off the boat Street money yeah I come from the dope I voted for Obama, he was talking that hope And I don't fuck with homie cause he saving the ho It's all hustle no luck, I come up off your plugs I want thirty for a bird, 22 for a duck A duck of fake bird, mean it mix with that cut You quacking ass niggas, need to shut the fuck up I tell em: All muscle, no pussy The plug bless me, straight kush, I had loud in the trap Snow in the summer, I made millions in the South, work Self made, like Ross and them It's MMG and everybody bosses here Money getting made, niggas getting paid Fuck your gun license nigga we pluck with them K's 4 in the morning I ain't seen my bed Yeah all hustle no luck Balling so hard that my phone went dead Damn I just fucked my ball up Uh, All hustle no luck, Uh, All hustle no luck Uh, All hustle no luck Is that, is that all hustle, no luck, I bet I get me rich dawg Lantana! Here, they done let me out I ain't going back then let me in can't get me out my grind hard Phone charged, man made, nigga fack y'all! I bet I get me rich bitch, on that all hustle no luck yeah (all hustle, no luck) Booty shit with my eyes closed see me I'm in grind mode Different day with the same ho Fucking nigga I'm payed though Crazy nigga on the case low Hundred nigga eat the bank roll Do the shit if I say so, today though Cincinnati since my mama had me I change my city with what's all that's how I made it happy Uh, I still ain't seen my bed I've been hustling like a essay all this money in my head 4 in the morning I ain't seen my bed Yeah all hustle no luck Balling so hard that my phone went dead Damn I just fucked my ball up Uh, All hustle no luck, Uh, All hustle no luck Uh, All hustle no luck Is that, is that all hustle, no luck, I bet I get me rich dawg Trill OG, Bun B yeah that's the name It's UGK for life homie that's the game These boys wanna take me off my feet, but that's the thang They know that I'm packing that I ain't scared to cock it back and bang I'm riding round on them fo's and vogues and they clack and swang Yeah you sittin' on 22's but they factory mane You're trying to be like me, you see but the fact remain For me it's easy to offer protection bro its a natural thing Pulled out, show it up, suicide doored up Smoked out and they pour it up, if I came down then it slow it up Like oh man, hold up, PA get throwed up That's Lantana they can't stand us, it's all hustle no luck 4 in the morning I ain't seen my bed All I ever wanted was the money and the cars Bag full of dope and a pretty ass broad Never did I think about the time or the charge I was busy worrying bout buying out the bar I was busy flying out linking up was all When you all got money, it's hard pointing out the star When them dollars fall, them hoes start to follow We just seat back and gloat cause we got 'em He want war, it's on sight when I spot 'em Can't do haters, head shots when I dot 'em Yeah, it's all hustle, no luck Get this money and we ain't giving no fucks Uh, All hustle no luck, Uh, All hustle no luck Uh, All hustle no luck Is that, is that all hustle, no luck, I bet I get me rich dawg