Baby Boy - Monday Tuesday Wednesday [the Proposel Song] lyrics

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Baby Boy - Monday Tuesday Wednesday [the Proposel Song] lyrics

We getting' 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 getting' 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 [unverified] now it's [unverified] boy Done copped a ride and a lot of n***az 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 Is 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 n***az 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 things God blessed me with a talent now it's time to show off 6 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 dog with no claws Hard work straight grindin' now I'm almost the boss Really nuttin' changed just my ice and my cars 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 sh** I can't get set back 'cause I own my own sh** I done made it to the start and now I gotta finish I'm talkin' getting' lil' money but now I'm getting' plenty Grey Goose, Belvedere, I done bagged off some 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 getting' rich boy 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 What you say now gettin' money What you say now gettin' money What you say now, I done, done it again What you say now, I done, done it again What you say now, I done, done it again What you say now, I done, done it again Extreme Universal Hardness on the track And that's that, a known fact

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