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