Less Talk More Hustle (Pt. 1)

[Intro]
So here's me, the legend, pain in the ass, playin' Humphrey Bogart in the club
You know things tend to get real crazy after hours
So I bring in my peoples
Red Cafe, Dave East
It's a Brooklyn, Uptown thing (Get rich to this, get rich to this ah)

[Chorus: Red Café]
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (Go get 'em)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (New trip)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this

[Verse 1: Red Café]
Ay
Flatbush boss, huh?
No days off, huh?
Been goin' hard all year, this the play-offs, huh?
They lightin' up my cash app, this the payoff, huh?
Slid solo, them other niggas fell off, huh?
I'm keepin' two hunnid, who want it?
When the hammers come out better act like Chris Breezy, run it
I do numbers better than Meyer Lansky, god damn me
Still fancy after hurricane Sandy
I'm hittin' licks out Russia
Not a trapper, I'ma hustler, uh
Make that money dance like Usher
I'm type stress, New York
Mellow left New York
It's Phil actin' like a whole hoe, no RuPaul
I still move more stuff than U-Haul
They don't know how I get it but they know I do ball
Less talk, more hustle
Pittsburgh bus with the rush, I won't fumble
Comin' out the jungle, hah

[Chorus: Red Café]
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (Gotta get it)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (What else?)
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this

[Verse 2: Red Café]
Dude buy poppy, drip spillin', sloppy
Fuck your bitch in my robe by Versace
Everybody beefin'
Me? I'm vegan
I only eat green, at the bank I'm cheesin'
You a dub if you ever call yourself El Chapo
'Cause you don't wanna lose your future, ask Rocko
The hood'll put you in jail, dead or snitch
The lil' Jay Jay droppin', dickin' your bitch
Preggo Preggo, this what she beg for
Five carats in each ear, I got a head cold
Bad boys move in silence and violent
Move your family outta housin' that's a thousand
What's up?

[Chorus: Red Café]
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (Gotta get it)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (What else?)
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this (I gotta get it)
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this

[Verse 3: Dave East]
They ain't gotta like a word that I'm speakin, they wife freak ya
Spend a nice weekend just breakin' down white pieces
Yo, Red, meet me right at the café
The kush came from the Bay like Mac Dre
Got bundles like stack name
Aston Martin water-colored, all we make is movies like the Warner Brothers
Bitches mad at me 'cause they want to cuddle
I don't hold nothin' but ratchets and Ben Franklins
East side of Harlem in Franklin, got the banker in
Sour got me chokin', hard to breath like I'm stranglin''
White boy on deck, Will Farrell, call it anchorman
Coogie sweatsuit, Lex coupe, feel like it's nine-seven
Walked up in the club with like nine weapons, I'm not stressin'
Harlem

[Chorus: Red Café]
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, get rich to this, huh
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this
Less talk, more hustle, get rich to this