[Verse 1]
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I wake up in the morning money on my mind
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Work in the hood make sure my niggas grind
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House on da hill somewhere u can't find
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Even when I ain't around do know the cities mine
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There's no way they can stop the movement
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I keep shit flowing like the watches movement
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I used to just rhyme for the blocks amusement
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Now we worldwide hold on stop the music
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I break a best down like it was a lawn chair
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Tell the haters get ready for a long year
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We to the islands the weather more calm there
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You ain't got respect or money u don't belong there
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But fuck that tho, cause that ain't never meant nothing
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They don't care u got it they wanna see u spend something
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You say u a baller show u a baller
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Niggas talking be the same ones can't show u a dollar but uh
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[Hook]
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Somehow someway still living life
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Looking over my shoulder everyday
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But I'm getting to the money every step of the way
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And no matter what they told you believe me
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I did it my way
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[Verse 2]
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Hood nigga to the death won't nothing change
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In my Jordan shoebox a buck n change
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Left the game covered in blood sweat and tears an these record execs be showing they fangs
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They rather see a nigga sign a 360 then run his own business
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I become a witness why I think we still op to do this independent
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But couldn't tell buy the jewels I threw up in the pendant
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Them shits major, niggas mad cause the bezel so wet
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Tell ya jeweler to upgrade ya
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Yeah see I paid the cost to be the boss
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Around real paper it's hard for u to floss
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Unless ya classy, goods manners took me where the money couldn't
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Was dead broke and ashy, now I'm just young fly and flashy
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These niggas was hoping thy this money get pass me
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[Hook]
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Somehow someway still living life
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Looking over my shoulder everyday
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But I'm getting to the money every step of the way
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And no matter what they told you believe me
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I did it my way
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[Verse 3]
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If I had to do it over again I wouldn't change a thang
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Be the same ol nigga/blowing my sour in a well rolled swisha
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Filling my glass up with that top shelf liquor
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Who'd ever figure that Bo bet flow so sick he make the ink from the pen flow thicker
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This ain't nothing but a hustler’s tale
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Yeah I'm real deep in thought after a couple a L's
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Blunt smoke from the roach clip under my nails
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And when them things touch down its too much for a scale
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Get em to the corner brick a piece kapeesh
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Lil food for thought these niggas missed the feast now
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We got chubby and moved to Miami
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Bitches wanna ride the car like eye candy
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Keep moving on to bigger and better things
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See u at the top yeah everything is everything
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[Hook]
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Somehow someway still living life
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Looking over my shoulder everyday
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But I'm getting to the money every step of the way
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And no matter what they told you believe me
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I did it my way
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My Way
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| Boaz |
