Getting Money In My City – Doughboy God Lyrics
Yo, sun up, city hummin', asphalt gleamin'
Another day, another dollar, ain't no dreamin'
Just schemin', fiendin' for that green, the cream
Top of the crop, no stoppin' the gleam
Hustle hard, every block, every street, every beam
From the corner store to the high-rise, it's a team
My city sleeps? Nah, it just shifts, a constant stream
Of grinders, paper chasers, livin' out the theme
Gettin' money in my city, yeah, the grind is real
Every corner got a story, every dollar got a feel
From the concrеte jungle, wherе the strong appeal
To the top of the food chain, where the wealth conceals
Gettin' money in my city, that's the only deal
Flip a stack, make it back, watch the digits heal
Broken dreams, shattered hopes, now the future's sealed
Gettin' money in my city, ain't no time to kneel
My mind on a mission, tunnel vision, no distraction
Stackin' paper, makin' moves, pure satisfaction
From the jump, never stopped, constant action
Every transaction, a reaction, a fraction
Of the bigger picture, grander plan, full traction
No time for relaxin', just taxin' the competition
My ambition, a premonition, a bold rendition
Of success, no less, pure, unadulterated mission
Gettin' money in my city, yeah, the grind is real
Every corner got a story, every dollar got a feel
From the concrete jungle, where the strong appeal
To the top of the food chain, where the wealth conceals
Gettin' money in my city, that's the only deal
Flip a stack, make it back, watch the digits heal
Broken dreams, shattered hopes, now the future's sealed
Gettin' money in my city, ain't no time to kneel
The skyline glows, a testament, a beacon
To the struggle, the hustle, the never-ceasin' season
Of makin' it happen, no question, no reason
Just results, like a vault, always pleasin'
The bank account, the count, the amount increasin'
No decreasin', just ceaseless feastin'
On opportunity, immunity from defeat, appeasin'
The hunger, the thunder, never releasin'
Gettin' money in my city, yeah, the grind is real
Every corner got a story, every dollar got a feel
From the concrete jungle, where the strong appeal
To the top of the food chain, where the wealth conceals
Gettin' money in my city, that's the only deal
Flip a stack, make it back, watch the digits heal
Broken dreams, shattered hopes
