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working real hard till the end of the day

i see money in my reach getting paid

sit back smoking a cigarette in the shade

todays was a real good day

 

 

startin in this race runing to fast makin to the finish line

use to be getting high passing out walking up whats the time?

not proud of my past done a lot of victimless crime

watching you go to sleep with the nursery rhymes

sometimes i feel like going away staying in Santa fe

looking at all the pretty girls walkin out on the bay

i know youll have this track on replay

again and again and another hard working day

get new clothes like me call that an upgrade

 

working real hard till the end of the day

i see money in my reach getting paid

sit back smoking a cigarette in the shade

today was a real good day

 

 

you be losing pulling the old maid

ill my raps are all homemade

drink my piss like its lemon aid

i see you staying in that corner all afraid

watch out im coming to invade

come into your house walk out and dropped the grenade

on top of that ill call in a air raid

And you where getting whipped at home in the sixth grade

but now your manning up ready to take on anyone walking your way

some times you just get carried away off into the air

people telling you to come back but you dont care

selling my mixtapes over in time square till im a billionare

time to clean up your act do some repairs

 

 

working real hard till the end of the day

i see money in my reach getting paid

sit back smoking a cigarette in the shade

todays was a real good day

 

 

getting buck naked and fucking in the sand

does that sound like a plan

getting lost in the sea of japan

jumping off the plane right as it lands

being a little kid watching peter pan damn

im a young man you be asking for money shaking your tin pan

running faster than the gingerbread man

your so broke you still drive your moms minivan

 

working real hard till the end of the day

i see money in my reach getting paid

sit back smoking a cigarette in the shade

todays was a real good day

 

iv got this master plan to get what i want

gunna make so much money need to transport it in a dump truck

so hard to understand like daffy duck

shit you just got so bad luck since i just stole your girl

but you cant understand since your drunk all your doing is laugh a hurl

Is it just the feeling that you get get through your thick skull

now im flyer than a seagull

stronger than a lose bull

couldent even rub off my skin with steel wool

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

beat changes it just like that eat a cheese snack