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Bust Down
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bust Down was released on September 29, 2023 by Unsigned as a part of the album Bust Down - Single
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Release DateSeptember 29, 2023
LabelUnsigned
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent Riela
Vincent Riela
Songwriter

Lyrics

Money multiplying like a bust down.
Money multiplying like a bust down.
Money multiplying like a bust down.
Money multiplying.
Money multiplying, all my stressors they go quiet.
Got me questioning if Biggie was a liar.
Got investments in the finest, if they quickly go to Midus
From diamond, I'm reminded of my faith in the Messiah.
So I'll be straight.
My Paper Chase is like.
808s, in 88'.
I seen the odds, slayed em' like its david and goliath.
No weapon formed against me should turn into Pontus Pilate
My Faith big, and I follow logic.
Thats why i walk around like the victory's been decided.
If you knew my history to weather storms in all climates.
Any mountain I'm climbing will surely end with hoirzons.
Slow-downnn, cause you don't wanna crash boy.
If you enter my orbit, I'll throw an astroiddd.
Ya, my money multiplying.
If you try to divide it, be fair warned - thats ya last choice.
I'm tryin' explain, its not a game.
If I lose all of my gains, started again.
With a foot in the grave from all of these sins.
I still rise like the grain, baking the bread.
Money multiplying like a bust down, bust down, bust down.
Money multiplying like a bust down, bust down.
Heavy lies the crown, but I was made in His image.
So my head held high, inner strength for the lifting.
I never ask why cause I already know.
These broad shoulders were made to break waves, push limits.
Handle any mission, Faith is how I'm living.
Blessed with the vision of Bo.
So I even if I take a loss, behind the line of scrimmage.
The lessons still say, "Hello" - Lionel Richie.
I'm skilled in the Art of War, cause I really lived it.
Getting Bills to open doors and Gates like Melinda.
Yeah, I'm talking liquid, my cup runneth over.
Spilling like a connoisseur sippin on a vintage.
My appetite is boudoir, sticky cigars.
Fast cars, Michlin stars.
Don't get it twisted, I aint a Casanova.
But my bank accounts a player baby, getting all these digits.
Cause He don't want us broke and enslaved.
He want us to own, sit up on the throne, be paid.
And pave the way to better days, break the chains.
Stake ya claim and walk in it with amazing grace - come on
Money multiplying like a bust down, bust down, bust down.
Money multiplying like a bust down, bust down, bust down.
Money multiplying like a bust down, bust down, bust down.
Bust down, Bust Down, Bust down.
Written by: Vincent Riela
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