Love of the Hustle (feat. Trav) - Jim Jones

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

The line of her headband Into the night of her ears The fountain of hair between those lips Drink it before it's not pure anymore Drink it before it's not pure anymore Gypsy won't have anything with her She said the line in her hand is too new And he'll come from across the water Well his victory comes slow but true Victory comes slow Victory comes slow but true Victory comes slow I Life in Grenada Death in Seville Dying down in sweet Barcelona The moon's coming in for the kill Sunrise attacking a finger She writes a word in the sand So green So fast So good Poetry came true this time Poetry came true Poetry came true this time Poetry came true We're blind Death in Seville

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)