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)