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American Recordings - My Way Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
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Yeah, yeah, ayy (Uh)
Yeah, ayy (Uh)
Ayy, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Shit been goin' my way, I got three cars in my driveway, driveway
Cost like five hundred thousand dollars, I ball all-day
This is some Gucci, this not Prada, but I wear all that (Ayy)
You cannot ball, I took your ball, come get your ball back
Boy, I am a real rockstar, that's why I look like this (Oh yeah)
Boy, I am a real trap star, no, you cannot cook like this

[Verse]
I got niggas shootin' for me, if you die, boy, I'm not sorry (Bitch, bitch, boom)
I got nine lives like a cat, If he shoot me, I just get back up (Ugh)
Bust at him, make him call backup (Buh-buh)
If they show up, choppa throw up on they body
With these hot ass thunder bullets, feel like fire on your skin
I win, I won, boy, I'm that nigga, bitch, I'm rich (Bitch, uh-huh)
And boy, It's really nothin' for me to come take your bitch (Come here)
I just might slide through, me and my crew might take your shit, ayy (Uh-uh)
BAW$KEE on my t-shirt and got sketchers on my kicks, ayy
[Chorus]
Shit been goin' my way, I got three cars in my driveway, driveway
Cost like five hundred thousand dollars, I ball all-day
This is some Gucci, this not Prada, but I wear all that (Ayy)
You cannot ball, I took your ball, come get your ball back
Boy, I am a real rockstar, that's why I look like this (Oh yeah)
Boy, I am a real trap star, no, you cannot cook like this
Boy, I am a real rockstar, that's why I look like this
Boy, I am a real trap star, no, you cannot cook like this