Текст песни Things Money Cannot Buy - Breakfast Santana

AELA, Breakfast Santana
DJ Striver You So Wavy

Love, faith, hustle, pride
Things money cannot buy
Trust the crew, success, you
Count your blessings you might lose em by the afternoon
Love, faith, hustle, pride
Things money cannot buy
Trust the crew, success, you
Count your blessings you might lose em by the afternoon

Waking up, thank God, think alone, get it right
Open up the window I see the light
Homegrown indo in the pipe
Good woman on my block
I think I seen her at IBOC
Came through cooking cuz I'm not
She don't ever leave me in a tight spot
My friends come through on time clock
Fantasizing bout a big yacht
Energized enough to get guap
Use my brain to get big knots
I gotta shine I'm in my prime 'member it's part of the grind
Don't get with the times never decline blessings are coming around
My momma told me she was proud of me
My papa said he never doubted me
I used to have demons surrounding me
Had to kill em with the weapons of foundry
Cuz I almost ended it all for me
Cuz I wasn't living as comfortably
Bad memories seared in the 3rd degree
I was eighteen and you wouldn't have heard of me

There's some things you just don't talk about
That shit hurt you know, but you just gotta keep pushing through that shit
Just do you, just do you

Love, faith, hustle, pride
Things money cannot buy
Trust the crew, success, you
Count your blessings you might lose em by the afternoon
Love, faith, hustle, pride
Things money cannot buy
Trust the crew, success, you
Count your blessings you might lose em by the afternoon

They say wanting is the root to all needing, evil
Eviloution niggas tryna feed it to the people
Yes I am a witness seen the evidence through peep holes
And heard it through the grapevine them niggas tryna take mine
I don't need that bullshit, I don't want no problems
Hoes just treating me and niggas want me to involve em
I don't need the feds driving by like they gone pop em
Stop drop knock em I hot box a hot box
I can't help my selfish ways for being on my paper chase
And hustling the game enough to be the coach and make the plays
Jealousy's a waste a time but why I get so much of it
They can't get enough of me and I can't get enough of it

Playing games too much, man you doing shit for the gram way too much
You doing shit for other people, way too fucking much
Worrying about what niggas think, just worried

Love, faith, hustle, pride
Things money cannot buy
Trust the crew, success, you
Count your blessings you might lose em by the afternoon
Love, faith, hustle, pride
Things money cannot buy
Trust the crew, success, you
Count your blessings you might lose em by the afternoon