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Lyrically, “Money Galore” takes on the modern hustle with an observant lens. It doesn’t just celebrate the grind or critique the system — it explores the emotional toll that comes with it. Duhon flips concepts of financial debt into metaphors for spiritual and emotional strain. It’s a reminder that success, especially in a system rigged with warnings and overdue notices, isn’t always clean or comfortable. And yet, the song never loses its groove. You can nod along, ride the beat, and still catch yourself unpacking a bar minutes later.
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Man it feels good to be back
Okay
Okay
Here we go
I ain’t here for the rah rah
Big money dreams
When I do my money thing
Niggas stuck in lala
How you think I got far
Little eighth
Little faith
Got baked
Blocked hate
Chop saw
Lemme get an applause
Niggas hating on the talent
Im just tryna run the engine
Don’t be hating on my jump start
Spark plug
Hit a level
Where the vessel
Getting clogged
What to log
When a goal getting reach
Minds ima teach
Words gonna leech
Rinse and repeat
Doing what I can
Just to see a plan
Take a rise
Go and preach
Lies and defeat
Seeping
Through your pores
Tied to da feet
Wanna be a man
But his code
Out of order
What you expect
When a foul
Get a tech
There ain’t no respect
That’s when the line
Gets drawn
See the signs
In the lawn
Slow weaving
Through the snakes
Tell me what is next
If I flip that
Then stack
Me another one
You can chit chat
Hit me back
When you on a run
Then I split that
Give a little to my mother
You can get a quick slap
Why you askin me stupid
Never lose
Where I’m at
It ain’t nothing
For the press
If I make it out my city
Ima bullet to the vest
Pierce through
I’m the truth
No lie
What’s the verdict
Pockets getting green
Like Kermit
If the shoes fits
You can take yo bullshit
There
Ima lose it
My sanity
Raising the hell
Inside my head
Fuck yo two cents
You stuck in some debt
Made a promise
When I said
Money galore
We working for more
Ay working for more
Never settle for less
Bitch I aim for the top
Play the game
Like it’s chess
Fuck all the rest
Life getting put to the test
and that’s when my mind gets worried
Feeling like time
In a hurry
So I quick
Splash
Curry
Anybody tryna be a somebody
Kick it to the curb
Like a dumb party
Living in the fee
With a half ounce of herb
Money been the motive
Ever since birth
Middle class
But I still need a pass
Just to pass
All the past
If that went over your head
Let it pass
Go to class
It ain’t math
Nigga
I’m just tryna
Get a bag
Not my last dinner
When the cold storm hit
No one in the cold
When the warm summer lit
Everybody home
It feels good
When you know you did it
On your own
A good feeling
When the ceiling
Isn’t even shown
Throne looking empty
Stones getting took
Build an empire
Put it in the books
Signed sealed
Never been a rook
Been a vet in the game
And I’m stealing someone’s spot
Like a crook
Getting took
2 seconds on the clock
If the shoes fits
You can take yo bullshit
There
Ima lose it
My sanity
Raising the hell
Inside my head
Fuck yo two cents
You stuck in some debt
Made a promise
When I said
Money galore
We working for more
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