Listen
Yea
Money
Money Money Money Payne
Money Payne
Money Money Money Payne
Yea
Money
Look
I chose my path and now I have to live with it
Growing up in poverty every since a little kid
Remember days in a rage hoping that go away
Praying for those betters days
But no one listened to what I'd say
Tried to help you stay and grow
But you turned to hoe
Can't believe you were my bro
Now I just don't know
I tried to elevate your mind
But you didn't wanna grind
Now you hating on my shine
Use to tell you all the time
It's mind of matter
You can do it if you put your mind to it
Don't overthink shit
Just go ahead and do it
You ain't need to prove shit
Only to your self
Focus on your mental health
Thens gonna come the wealth
Watch them haters up in stealth
Same one you grew up wit
Will go ahead and take your belt
Instead of trying to help
Let them live up in doubt
It's time for you to help yourself
Chilling wit they hand out
I rather give a nigga money
Just to catch him acting funny
Wasting bread on a hunny
Instead of feeding on your tummy
You went and gave
A escort money
Instead of feeding on your youth
They hating when I'm in the booth
All I do is chat the truth
They really plotting what do
You might come and kill me
But you will never kill the truth
Go ahead
Let's see what your gonna do
Money
Money Money Money Payne
Money Payne
Money Money Money Payne
Yea
Money
Look
I chose my path and now I have to live with it
Growing up in poverty every since a little kid
Remember days in a rage hoping that go away
Praying for those betters days
But no one listened to what I'd say
Tried to help you stay and grow
But you turned to hoe
Can't believe you were my bro
Now I just don't know
I tried to elevate your mind
But you didn't wanna grind
Now you hating on my shine
Use to tell you all the time
It's mind of matter
You can do it if you put your mind to it
Don't overthink shit
Just go ahead and do it
You ain't need to prove shit
Only to your self
Focus on your mental health
Thens gonna come the wealth
Watch them haters up in stealth
Same one you grew up wit
Will go ahead and take your belt
Instead of trying to help
Let them live up in doubt
It's time for you to help yourself
Chilling wit they hand out
I rather give a nigga money
Just to catch him acting funny
Wasting bread on a hunny
Instead of feeding on your tummy
You went and gave
A escort money
Instead of feeding on your youth
They hating when I'm in the booth
All I do is chat the truth
They really plotting what do
You might come and kill me
But you will never kill the truth
Go ahead
Let's see what your gonna do
Credits
Writer(s): Avery Riley
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