Boy (feat. Rebecca & Fiona) [Hardwell Remix]

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