Don Dinero

Girl, I'm sorry if I don't answer
I'm out here hustling, chasing that cash
I promised my mom first
That her son won't end up broke

Friends, don't be bummed if I couldn't make it
To the party you invited me to
I just stopped drinking for a bit
But don't worry, I'll swing by later

I'm thinking, I don't want to stay poor
Years don't define when you become a man

I didn't get any handouts or fancy toys
They barely bought me an ice cream
I don't hold it against them or throw it in their face because it's true
Life isn't the same for everyone, and I accept it

You’re born poor, but you die how you want
The ride is free, but it doesn't come with perks
Those cost you a pretty penny, buddy
You gotta hustle, 'cause nobody cares about the broke
Only about Mr. Money

I'm battling with my mind
But I'm getting there, making some progress
I thought it was too late
But it's worse to never have started

Sometimes I feel like I'm moving a bit slow
Especially when I compare myself
But I understood that it's all a process
Everyone has their own clock to follow

And I'm on my own time, not on someone else's
We need to focus more on what we're good at

I know who I can count on since I had nothing
And who shows up when there's a barbecue
When I came asking, I know who gave
And I remember well those who referred me

Times change, the world spins around
We'll see later who turns on who
Meanwhile, I'm focused on making money
And working, 'cause to rest
I'll have plenty of time when I'm dead

Mr. Money!