[Intro: Jamaican dialogue]
Why you always, like... fret 'bout money all the while?
It's always money, money, money with you...

[Intro: lojii]
Uh huh...
No more shows for free...
Pay the fee

[Verse 1: lojii]
If you ain't talkin' money, then I don't know what you sayin'
Surround, mono or stereo, I don't know who you playin'
Voices on the radio, I don't hear what they sayin'
Just spendin' all they been paid and the all prices they payin'
While I rather make investments
Flip the rent and buy the tenement
Pass land to the grand kids
I'm out here workin' like an immigrant
Barely gettin' it – uh...
Out to get it like I was born with it
If life is a bitch I'm in a porn with it
With a feminist director and a whore sinnin'
Refugee out for 'The Score', and I'm scorin' it
Tempo with a stove clickin', in a cold kitchen
Wrist game so vicious, I'm leavin' no dishes
Beef is I need me a mill
Whether cookin' or juggin', might just eat with the steel
[Chorus 1: lojii]
It ain't gotta make sense, it just gotta pay rent
It ain't gotta make sense, it just gotta pay rent
I swear, it ain't gotta make sense, it just gotta pay rent
It ain't gotta make sense, it just gotta pay rent – ah...
I'm on the hustle, hustle, I'm on the hustle, on the hustle, on the hustle, yeah
I'm on the hustle, on the hustle, on the hustle, yeah
I'm on the hustle, on the hustle, on the hustle, yeah, yeah, yo, yo...

[Verse 2: Zeroh]
Melancholy free...
Life fightin' for stipend, typing flight by intrigue
By golly gee...!
Smokin' till mind crack open, pour the yolk on the NPC
Fire with the heat, sunny side-up society
Kind and brag, fire rap strap strategy
Attack until they numb, sick in my head
You could blame capital for...
Making stackin' a habit, the green rabbit hole!
Yeah, those less than average want to get mean
I'm hot on this message machine, hope God intervene
This n***a with dream, configure your scheme
Fix the rig, flip trickery
I get it to live, and give, capeesh? No witchery
Wish we could switcheroo, bitch – I'd feed the people!
Tip teachers, read, at least hit the beach mo'!
I hardly know leisure, most c-notes
So intense make no sense, but... ain't gotta make none
Just pave the way to seize the day
I don't plan on staying, son
I sway to win, and play to win
Waywardness faith within, so...
[Chorus 2: Zeroh]
It ain't gotta make sense, to you
It just gotta pay rent, food for the crew
It ain't gotta make sense, to you
It just gotta to pay rent, food for the crew
It ain't gotta make sense, to you
It just gotta pay rent, and food for my boo
It ain't gotta make sense, to you
It just gotta pay rent, food for the crew
I'm on the hustle, uh...
I'm on the hustle, on the hustle, on the hustle, uh...
I've got a mushroom... [*trails off to a whisper*]
On the hustle... on the hustle... on the hustle

[Outro: Swarvy on the rhodes]