Return Of The Hustle Lyrics - From Nothin' To Somethin' - Fabolous

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' 

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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 

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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