paroles de chanson Boy (extended edit) - Adrian Lux

We gettin' money over here, hey
I'm gettin' rich y'all and I'm blowin' real fast
'Cause I really hustle hard for my cash
I don't care about another man's money
'Cause, Baby Boy, he got his own damn money
Gettin' rich y'all and I'm blowin' real fast
'Cause I really hustle hard for my cash
I don't care about another man's money
'Cause, Baby Boy, he got his own damn money
I'm gettin' rich y'all, check out the karats in my wrist, boy
The way I'm iced out, I know you hate this, boy
I switched to dank from [Incomprehensible], boy
Done copped a ride and a lot of niggaz pissed, boy
No FEMA checks, hustle hard, this a rich, boy
New clothes, new style, new kicks, boy
The reason why I claim rich 'cause I got a lil' change
I'm tryin' to get the new range
The reason why I say I'm blowin' real fast
'Cause I just got in the game and I got a lil' cash
Don't need to work hard, that's the way I feel
But if I don't hustle, dawg, I can't pay my bills
I'm gettin' rich y'all and I'm blowin' real fast
'Cause I really hustle hard for my cash
I don't care about another man's money
'Cause, Baby Boy, he got his own damn money
Gettin' rich y'all and I'm blowin' real fast
'Cause I really hustle hard for my cash
I don't care about another man's money
'Cause, Baby Boy, he got his own damn money
This year I gotta shine, this year I gotta grind
This year I gotta hustle, this year I'm gon' blow
No purp stain on my lips, I stay out of trouble
'Cause niggaz be provokin' me to put 'em in a tussle
But now I can't do it, I got a positive mind frame
I'm somethin' like Spike, I can only do right thangs
God blessed me with a talent, now it's time to show off
Six years in the game, now it's time to go off
The rapper that I'm bein', I'm tight with no flaws
If you don't hustle hard then you're dog with no claws
Hard work straight grindin', now I'm almost the boss
Really nuttin' changed, just my ice and my cars
I'm gettin' rich y'all and I'm blowin' real fast
'Cause I really hustle hard for my cash
I don't care about another man's money
'Cause, Baby Boy, he got his own damn money
Gettin' rich y'all and I'm blowin' real fast
'Cause I really hustle hard for my cash
I don't care about another man's money
'Cause, Baby Boy, he got his own damn money
Look, I don't care about another man's money
'Cause finally I got my own damn money
I can't get cut short 'cause I got my own shit
I can't get set back 'cause I own my own shit
I done made it to the start and now I gotta finish
I'm talkin' gettin' lil' money but now I'm gettin' plenty
Grey Goose, Belvedere, I done bagged off from Henny
And I'm still from the block but don't call me Jenny
Call me Baby Boy, I'm a Prince of the game
I'm stuck on my money like a pimp with his cane
Take another peek at my neck and my wrist, boy
Bank account sky high 'cause I'm gettin rich, boy
I'm gettin' rich y'all and I'm blowin' real fast
'Cause I really hustle hard for my cash
I don't care about another man's money
'Cause, Baby Boy, he got his own damn money
Gettin' rich y'all and I'm blowin' real fast
'Cause I really hustle hard for my cash
I don't care about another man's money
'Cause, Baby Boy, he got his own damn money
What you say now, gettin' money
What you say now, gettin' money
Oh, what you say now, gettin' money
Oh, what you say now, gettin' money
Oh, what you say? What you say now, I done, done it again
Oh, what you say? What you say now, I done, done it again
Oh, what you say? What you say now, I done, done it again
Oh, what you say? What you say now, I done, done it again
Extreme Universal
Hardness on the track
And that's that, a known fact