Doughboy God – Getting Money In My City Lyrics

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