The Boys
The Boys Yo, it’s the boys in the game, we stuntin’ Money comin’ quick, like a thief, we huntin’ Cash rules all, and I’m stackin’ it high, If you ain't with the fam, then you know you can fly. Wakin’ up grindin’, no time for the slack, We hustle motherfucka, never lookin’ back. Got my gang on my side, we ready to roll, Chasin’ these dreams like we on a patrol. Hit the block hard, with the crew, we lit, Flippin’ these digits, yeah, we makin’ it flip. Ain't no stoppin’ us now, we flyin’ so high, Broke days are over, let the cash multiply. Boys livin’ large, got the game on lock, Countin’ up the paper like it’s tickin’ the clock. Motivated hustle, my heart's in the grind, We out here stuntin’, no limits defined. “Who’s that?” I hear, watch my crew break through, Cashin' checks daily, like we do what we do. From the bottom to the top, we don’t play, Got my gang with me, and we slayin’ the day. Laughin’ at the haters, sippin’ on the brew, We the kings of this hustle, yeah, it’s true. Countin’ racks, stackin' stacks, feelin’ so hype, Reality's our canvas, and we just type. So remember the boys, we be chasin’ that dream, No limit to the hustle, we the cream of the cream. From the streets to the stage, man, we makin’ it rain, Ain't no stoppin’ this grind, we insane in the membrane. Stuntin’ on the daily, we be livin’ carefree, Money's a joke, but we ain't here for free. So raise a glass up, toast to the grind, With the boys and my gang, it’s the hustle divine!
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The Boys Yo, it’s the boys in the game, we stuntin’ Money comin’ quick, like a thief, we huntin’ Cash rules all, and I’m stackin’ it high, If you ain't with the fam, then you know you can fly. Wakin’ up grindin’, no time for the slack, We hustle motherfucka, never lookin’ back. Got my gang on my side, we ready to roll, Chasin’ these dreams like we on a patrol. Hit the block hard, with the crew, we lit, Flippin’ these digits, yeah, we makin’ it flip. Ain't no stoppin’ us now, we flyin’ so high, Broke days are over, let the cash multiply. Boys livin’ large, got the game on lock, Countin’ up the paper like it’s tickin’ the clock. Motivated hustle, my heart's in the grind, We out here stuntin’, no limits defined. “Who’s that?” I hear, watch my crew break through, Cashin' checks daily, like we do what we do. From the bottom to the top, we don’t play, Got my gang with me, and we slayin’ the day. Laughin’ at the haters, sippin’ on the brew, We the kings of this hustle, yeah, it’s true. Countin’ racks, stackin' stacks, feelin’ so hype, Reality's our canvas, and we just type. So remember the boys, we be chasin’ that dream, No limit to the hustle, we the cream of the cream. From the streets to the stage, man, we makin’ it rain, Ain't no stoppin’ this grind, we insane in the membrane. Stuntin’ on the daily, we be livin’ carefree, Money's a joke, but we ain't here for free. So raise a glass up, toast to the grind, With the boys and my gang, it’s the hustle divine!
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