My Way

Every single day I'm getting money, getting paid I'm getting money every way I'm doing my thing Every single day I'm getting money, getting paid I'm getting money every way I'm doing my thing I was working for a job, trying to make that bank I was working for that job, trying to make that pay I was working for that job, till I did my own thing Till I came my own man, what a day I was working for a job that I really hated I was working for a job, trying to be patient I was working for a job, said mama I'ma make it I'ma grind so hard, they gon' hate it They gon' hate it when I'm making top dollar They gon' hate it when I'm up in Bahamas They gon' hate it when I'm doing so great They gon' hate it that I did it my way They gon' hate it that I did it no matter the limits I always stay winning till I reach the top Counting all these digits, I can never stop Seems like I got a couple bags when I shop I don't wanna brag, I just do my thing When it's time to grind, I just focus on these rhymes Making beats every night, bitch this my life Yeah, yeah, this my life, that's why I kill it all the time Cause I got the money on my mind So I gotta work, work, work, work Till they put me in the dirt Work, work, work, work Till they put me in the earth Always putting in that work Work, work, work, work Till they put me in the dirt Till they put me in the earth Every single day I'm getting money, getting paid I'm getting money every way I'm doing my thing Every single day I'm getting money, getting paid I'm getting money every way I'm doing my thing