Story Behind The Song
This song is about making money and surviving in the world payin bills and providing for your family!
Song Description
This song is about making money and surviving in the world payin bills and providing for your family!
| Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Rap - Dirty South, Rap - Hip Hop |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Composed, Tense |
Subject |
Money, Encouragement |
| Similar Artists |
Eminem, 2Pac |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
verse 1:
u work until ya knuckles bleed most of yo life/ cause reala triggaz gotta eat make yo cash and fight/ fo good measures keep it comin im a joggin not runnin/ flippin cash like drum sticks fames hearin me comin/ if it God's will im gon blow up like a suicide bomb/ I dont give a rip bought tricks tryna hate my songs/ its every man for himself and I got peace to make/ if u trippin about my path pray I make a mistake/ and u will watch this grown man fly above the clouds/ with them angels hallin Jesus! they back me now/ I makes money cause I work I aint sittin around/ grind hard till the bones break look at me now!
chorus:
I gotta keep my faith so ill know where ill go when this life pass away try to not die broke/ I makes money main I know he got my back cause my kids gotta eat I leave em paper stacks when dads gon!
Its a given Its a given
I gotta make my money main
Its a given Its a given Its a given
I gotta make my money main
verse 2:
u can calla me watcha wanna I wont play them games anymore because Im older seekin money and fame/ 2 feed my kids they my motive u got to eat to survive makin money is a must just stayin alive/ u work yo 9 to 5 and then u keep yo faith that one day u will rise playa get that cake/ its time we keep this real cause I aint dealin with fakes snakes crawlin in the grass lying pleading they case/ Bump that cause Im done wit that rising above scars cut into my back wit the image of love/ its hardtimes playa knowin I been at the bottom scrapin teeth on the concrete building my coffen/ I couldnt take no more God! so I left that there with all the wound from a time screamin life aint fair/ I makes money cause I know it aint gon fall out the air work hard till I get there life still aint fair.
chorus:
I gotta keep my faith so ill know where ill go when this life pass away try to not die broke/ I makes money main I know he got my back cause my kids gotta eat I leave em paper stacks when dads gon!
Its a given Its a given
I gotta make my money main
Its a given Its a given Its a given
I gotta make my money main