Plan B Hustling Feat. Coldplay & Rick Ross Lyrics

Rick Ross
Who you suckers think your tripping with? Yes, I'm the boss
745 white on white, that's Rick Ross.
I cut them wide, I cut them long, I cut them fat.
(What?)
I keep them coming back.
(What?)
We keep them coming back.
I'm in the distribution,
I'm like Atlantic,
I got them pretty things flying cross the Atlantic.
I know Pablo
Norieaga,
The real Norieaga,
He owe me a hundred favours,
I ain't petty player,
We buy the whole thing
See most of my homies hustle, they still do they thing.
My roof back,
My money right,
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running like
When they s_____ed Black, I cried for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, serving a hundred lives.

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

Plan B
Yeah I'm always hustling blud,
I'm hustling even when
I'm just sitting in the flat, sipping on a Jack, chilling with my girlfriend.
'Cause I'm always on the phone like who? What? When?
What did you just say? Can you say that again?
What you m_________ing mean, m_________er wants ten?
m_________er's s'posed to be my m_________ing friend.
Give him eight per cent and say that s___'s peng
Considering that I'm still living in the ends
And I'm still driving in the same old banged out ride
Reg plate starting with an N,
Looking at the Benz
And the BMs,
Thinking: how come I ain't in one of them.
Yeah my LP dropped blud, so what then?
Them there money's dried up since then
I'm still Ben,
Same ol' little pink-d___ white boy that I was before
'Cept now I'm a little less young,
Little less dumb and a little less poor
?What's enough? More?? Is it 'cause I think your tough enough or
Do I just know the score?
Blud, they can't say I ain't talented, all they can say is that I'm too raw
What's my name? Ben Drew, not Ben Draw
Still no-one backs me like Jo
Whiley, Ras Kwame or Zane Lowe
On BBC Radio
Who cares what that fat p____ said he's pop,
Yeah Chris Moyles - he had a pop
First him and now Tim, So what?
Neither of them got a clue about Hip Hop.
Blud.

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

Where do you go? Nobody knows
Everyday I'm hustle
I've gotta say I'm on my way down
Ev-ev-every
God gave me style and gave me grace
Ev-everyday-day-day-day I'm hustling
God put a smile on my face

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm.