Charlie Wayy Hell Bent (feat. Zoned)
Hook:
Gotta want them ceilings, When You slept on floors
Ten thousand hundreds, Shit I need some more
Mi Amor couldn't Say that, To none of these whores
They say that love me, S**t show me some more
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Zoned Verse:
I'm tryna hit milli's this year ain't nothing silly
But they gon either do one, fear, film or feel me
And lately I been in the air more than I touch the ground
So when she say I be tripping I pull the luggage out
I took the hustle from small steps to a grand plan
Now my fans and fam clapping I'm hitting grand slams
I fornicate with the money and fell in love with music
I love they seeing me win, at night I sleep theraputic
They be like how that boy do it, I'm like that shit automatic
They need a manual for it, oh boy that's so problematic
Sipping tea in the foyer, go to sleep on the couch
I been locked in for days, it's only dark In the house
We talking profits & dividends, Jackson's grants and Benjamin's, cash advances and settlements, ups and downs but we leveling, and it's really it's evident
I can't sit and stress about the past, like a cyclist keep it pedaling
Hook:
Gotta want them ceilings, When You slept on floors
Ten thousand hundreds, Shit I need some more
Mi Amor couldn't Say that, To none of these whores
They say that love me, S**t show me some more
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Bridge:
When time get To ticking
And you wonder What's your mission
And them pieces Ain't hitting
So the b****s ain't Calling
And them n****s
Ain't your n****s
What's your fears
Charlie Wayy Verse:
Don't worry bout the cards, Worry how they dealing
Get up in your bag and Get out your feelings
Busy counting figures, Couldn't even count on n****s
Tryna shift the paradigm, Break up all the stigmas
Going wrong, show em the ways, Lemme shed some light
Her Body right, wrong intentions, Is her head right
Mind your business, start a business, Get your bread right
If I eat, then we eat, You know that spread right
Y'all word bout these snacks & not what's your plate dinner plate
We Love that chicken, but never forgetting what's at stake
Learnt how to finesse avenues, To keep off interstates
This how you penetrate, My n***a just go and be great
Cause when the chips was down, S**t our heads was up
Now the chips is up, We throwing middle fingers up
Outro/Hook:
Gotta want them ceilings, When You slept on floors
Ten thousand hundreds, Shit I need some more
Mi Amor couldn't Say that, To none of these whores
They say that love me, S**t show me some more
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
Don't confuse coincidence for hustle
(hustle, hustle, hustle)
