Money Coming
Money been coming, I really got up
Money been coming, I really got on
Couldn't stay broke it was fucking me up
Depending on grandma, a nigga was grown
Feeling so mad, was begging my bro for the bag, he told me I need my own
Locked in on the cash, I really got off of my ass, I had to go get it alone
Money been coming, I really got up
Money been coming, I really got on
Couldn't stay broke it was fucking me up
Depending on grandma, a nigga was grown
Feeling so mad, was begging my bro for the bag, he told me I need my own
Locked in on the cash, I really got off of my ass, I had to go get it alone
Momma was stressing, I knew it was tough
Couldn't provide in the days it was rough
Cupboards was empty we ain't have enough
No we aint have a dime, but we always got us
Daddy ain't here, and my momma at work
No food in the house till we get to the first
History hurts, but it coulda been worse
I wont ever go back so I put in the work
Got a couple a hoes tryna get in my head, it's dead, I'm putting the bread first
Yeah he coulda been bro
But the money had changed him instead, it went to his head first
Bro I started with nothing, them losses was stuck in my head
I put in some leg work
I was running from demons and problems for all of my life
It ain't feel like my legs worked
They was holding up trophies they didn't deserve, it burned
I had to go earn mine
Sean died, we was empty; the world tryna teach us a lesson
I still haven't learned mine
God passing out blessings, and answering prayers for them
Well he must not have heard mine
It's a fire inside me, that ruins whatever it touch, but in darkness it burns bright
Money been coming, I really got up
Money been coming, I really got on
Couldn't stay broke it was fucking me up
Depending on grandma, a nigga was grown
Feeling so mad, was begging my bro for the bag, he told me I need my own
Locked in on the cash, I really got off of my ass, I had to go get it alone
Money been coming, I really got up
Money been coming, I really got on
Couldn't stay broke it was fucking me up
Depending on grandma, a nigga was grown
Feeling so mad, was begging my bro for the bag, he told me I need my own
Locked in on the cash, I really got off of my ass, I had to go get it alone
Money been coming, I really got on
Couldn't stay broke it was fucking me up
Depending on grandma, a nigga was grown
Feeling so mad, was begging my bro for the bag, he told me I need my own
Locked in on the cash, I really got off of my ass, I had to go get it alone
Money been coming, I really got up
Money been coming, I really got on
Couldn't stay broke it was fucking me up
Depending on grandma, a nigga was grown
Feeling so mad, was begging my bro for the bag, he told me I need my own
Locked in on the cash, I really got off of my ass, I had to go get it alone
Momma was stressing, I knew it was tough
Couldn't provide in the days it was rough
Cupboards was empty we ain't have enough
No we aint have a dime, but we always got us
Daddy ain't here, and my momma at work
No food in the house till we get to the first
History hurts, but it coulda been worse
I wont ever go back so I put in the work
Got a couple a hoes tryna get in my head, it's dead, I'm putting the bread first
Yeah he coulda been bro
But the money had changed him instead, it went to his head first
Bro I started with nothing, them losses was stuck in my head
I put in some leg work
I was running from demons and problems for all of my life
It ain't feel like my legs worked
They was holding up trophies they didn't deserve, it burned
I had to go earn mine
Sean died, we was empty; the world tryna teach us a lesson
I still haven't learned mine
God passing out blessings, and answering prayers for them
Well he must not have heard mine
It's a fire inside me, that ruins whatever it touch, but in darkness it burns bright
Money been coming, I really got up
Money been coming, I really got on
Couldn't stay broke it was fucking me up
Depending on grandma, a nigga was grown
Feeling so mad, was begging my bro for the bag, he told me I need my own
Locked in on the cash, I really got off of my ass, I had to go get it alone
Money been coming, I really got up
Money been coming, I really got on
Couldn't stay broke it was fucking me up
Depending on grandma, a nigga was grown
Feeling so mad, was begging my bro for the bag, he told me I need my own
Locked in on the cash, I really got off of my ass, I had to go get it alone
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Arce-dunn
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