(Hook)
Money on my mind, freedom in my soul,
Stackin’ up the paper, yeah, that’s the goal.
Workin’ every day just to break that mold,
I ain’t chasin’ fame, I’m chasin’ control.
Cash and freedom, yeah, that’s the code,
Richer in the spirit as my pockets grow.
Can’t buy time, but I buy back roles,
Now I write my story, I don’t do what I’m told.
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(Verse 1)
Woke up broke, but I had a vision,
Turned pain to a mission, now I’m countin’ digits.
Nine-to-five grind was my daily prison,
Now I own my time, that’s a rich man’s livin’.
Never sold my soul for a chain or a deal,
Just learned the game, now I play it for real.
Wealth ain’t greed, it’s about how you feel—
Can your fam eat good? Can your scars heal?
I remember nights with no heat or light,
Now it’s flights to Dubai just to clear my mind.
Freedom is the vibe, peace is the flex,
Money just a tool, not the thing I respect.
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(Hook)
Money on my mind, freedom in my soul,
Stackin’ up the paper, yeah, that’s the goal.
Workin’ every day just to break that mold,
I ain’t chasin’ fame, I’m chasin’ control.
Cash and freedom, yeah, that’s the code,
Richer in the spirit as my pockets grow.
Can’t buy time, but I buy back roles,
Now I write my story, I don’t do what I’m told.
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(Verse 2)
I want wealth that lasts, not just flashy things,
Not a rented Lambo or some fake-ass bling.
I want real estate, stocks, passive gains,
Wanna free my fam from generational chains.
I grind for the days when my kids don’t stress,
When my momma don’t work and she still get checks.
Money buys options, and that’s respect,
Freedom is the flex that the broke don’t get.
Used to pray for a break, now I plan the plays,
Learned the market like the game and I ran my lane.
Sacrificed sleep, now I rest in planes,
Now they ask how I did it — stayed real, stayed sane.
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(Hook)
Money on my mind, freedom in my soul,
Stackin’ up the paper, yeah, that’s the goal.
Workin’ every day just to break that mold,
I ain’t chasin’ fame, I’m chasin’ control.
Cash and freedom, yeah, that’s the code,
Richer in the spirit as my pockets grow.
Can’t buy time, but I buy back roles,
Now I write my story, I don’t do what I’m told.
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(Outro)
So when they ask what I live for — wealth and peace,
Not just cars or the chains, but a life that’s free.
It’s about legacy, not luxury,
Money in my hands but my soul’s still me.