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Yeahhh, straight out the dirtBlood, sweat, and a whole lotta workNow I shine in this—Money ShirtTurn it up Pulled up clean in a two-tone truckGrill full of gold and a trunk full of luckLeft my past in the dust, let the wheels just spinNow I’m dressed like sin with a dare-to-win grin
I don’t beg, I don’t borrow—I just flex on fateTurn a broke man’s hustle into first-class platesAnd this shirt? Yeah, it’s stitched in prideCost me my pain, but it fits just right
I’m ridin’ high with my shades down lowStacked bills, big wheels, in a backroad flowGot a shirt so loud it could start a fightAnd a smile that shines like a Vegas night
Boots stomp gold and my chain don’t lieI talk real slick with a look in my eyeYeah, I came from the dirt, now I’m dressed to hurtCan’t nobody outshine me in my money shirt
Used to laugh when I talked about dreams and goldNow they pay for a seat just to watch me rollI ain’t changed—just leveled up my gameStill the same wild soul with a flashier name
Whiskey in my veins and the truth on my sleeveIf you can’t take the shine, better pack up and leaveI don’t brag, I remind ‘em what the struggles worthNow I’m cashin’ in style in my money shirt
I ain’t a brand, I’m a warning signA hard-earned crown and a bloodstained lineI’m not your man, I’m your reckoning, babeBuilt from the fire and I don’t behave
This ain’t flash, it’s a badge I earnedEvery burn I took, That’s a lesson learnedFrom Detroit grit to the stage I rockMoney Shirt swingin’ when the beat don’t stop
I’m ridin’ high with my shades down lowStacked bills, big wheels, in a backroad flowGot a shirt so loud it could start a fightAnd a smile that shines like a Vegas night
Boots stomp gold and my chain don’t lieI talk real slick with a look in my eyeYeah, I came from the dirt, now I’m dressed to hurtCan’t nobody outshine me in my money shirt
Now the lights hit different when they shine on meUsed to chase the dream, now the dream pays meWhat I scream ain’t fashion, it’s a battle cryStitched in hustle, tailored f
Took the hits, took the scars, turned ’em all to style,Every step I take got that outlaw smile.From the bar to the bank, yeah, we put in workSwagger on ten, makin’ heads go berserk
Ain’t no shame in the shine or the name on my shirtWe the whole damn vibe in this money shirt
Detroit madeBlood paidMoney Shirt forever, babyNow scream my name