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Money
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Money was released on September 29, 2023 by DeadPrezProductions as a part of the album Money - Single
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Release DateSeptember 29, 2023
LabelDeadPrezProductions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abyss_
Abyss_
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Easton Lyman
Easton Lyman
Songwriter

Lyrics

The greedy been sittin behind
Comfortable wit all the money, the fame n the hype
The needy been standin, aside
Scrapin for money, they losin they hunger n drive
Lately I think I’ve been outa my mind
Nobody listen, but time is the essence
So I’m on a mission, I know that I’m different
You want it? go get it
Don’t need no permissions
I feel I’m permitted to spit it
Don’t need no attention
Cause, I never get it
The problem in havin opinions
Is possibly hated by millions
While critics be takin the ribbons
They takin the shit that you said,
N turn it to something that different
Now don’t get it twisted
This dream that I’m living, be feelin so vivid
I used to be cold, no motive and feelin so frigid
I woke up n chose, this moment I know imma live in
The time I devote,
The reason why I be succeeding
(uh, huh)
Man, I’m in love wit these flows
Half of these people they don’t even know
The time that I put in, you think it would show
People that hated on me, be hittin me outa the blue
What make you think that I’m fucking wit you?
Possibly positive,
Know by they posture they posing
N all of my shit is the opposite
Focus on noting the shit that I notice
And hopin we endin up profited
Humble beginnings, we coming up off of it
Call up my mama, won’t tell you she proud of it
What is your limit? can’t say that I’ve thought of it
Part of it, poppin narcotics n findin a harmony
Part of me,
Wonder what happen if this was an artery
Bleeding this Music, I know it’s apart of me
Pardon me,
Wouldn’t you like to see everything I can achieve?
All that you said would be outa my reach?
Y’all knocked me down, but I’m back on my feet
Rocky balboa, we bobbin and weave
Matter of fact, I been feeling like creed
Chasing this money, this sin is so deadly
It lookin real friendly, I’m fillin with greed
Don’t compliment me, I’m lookin like envy
But no need for running, we gettin what coming
So come n get comfy, cause I’ll tell you something
N no need for fussing cause really no runnin from
Written by: Easton Lyman
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