Money Song

Yes, yes

You don't even understand me

What I'm going through right now

In my lifetime

Yep, yep

Joey the-

Hey, hey

Yeah, yeah

Yo, yo

I need money but not just for me but for the fam

If I don't bring home the bacon, y'all say I ain't the man

Jehovah Jireh, he's the great I am

And I've been praying and believing for three hundred grand

I'm great with the pen but I suck with the plan

My money running out like some cheating husband

I'm so broke and dope, I'm a great has been

I'm a crying man trying to find fifteen cents

You could be as good as the best of them or as bad as the worst

You could be bronze and broke or platinum and still thirst

You could be perceived as successful with a penny and brains

Signing your name for your fans without a penny to your name

You know how I know? That's where I stay every day

Don't know whether to sit, stand or run away

Should I pray, put my gun away or get thugged out?

Jesus or geez up, these thoughts got me bugged out

Now here we go again, the usual predicament

No means to an end, the debt, I can't get rid of it

A money song again, can't you pick a different subject?

When it comes to being broke, it's the usual suspects

Now here we go again, the usual predicament

No means to an end, the debt, I can't get rid of it

A money song again, can't you pick a different subject?

When it comes to being broke, it's the usual s-

I can't borrow a dollar without paying back seven

I'm worth more dead than alive 'cause at least I'm in heaven

And everything you hear about in songs I don't possess

'Cause truth rests in my chest and won't let me invest

In anything counterfeit, contrived or pretentious

Or happens to jive with this world's consensus

I'm an odd man out, trying to break even

Stuck in the negative or positive believing

Chasing the almighty dollar sign, still way far behind