Michael Charles – Homage Lyrics

Homage Lyrics by Michael Charles


[Intro]
When I grown up I wanna be just like my uncle Mike
Have pretty girls, have fly shoes, make money

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna make money, make money
Why they wanna take from me? Take from me?
Running through these new honeys, blue hundreds
I know that my day coming pay homage;
I’m just tryna make money, make money
Why they wanna take from me? Take from me?
Running through these new honeys, blue hundreds
I know that my day coming pay, homagе

[Hook]
Running through this money like we been hеre before
Can’t take it with you when in your time to go
Who gon hold you down when it’s your time to float
Couldn’t ride this wave if you sitting in a boat


[Verse 1]
I went from man's tomb to Cancun we tan June’s
To getting lock jaw before I can land in the damn room
What’s a dream when your reality sits in the same room?
Made this far I guess that’s what sticking to plans do
Like a nigga down one I’m back to even the score 
Before I ever sold records, I had bitches galore
While niggas reaping what they sow I just I reap the rewards;
Know how to get that pussy wetter than the sweat in my pores
Now, now, now, my momma told me boy you the man
Thought one day I marry Kay but that’s just wasn’t in the plans
Messed around and fucked Janea and that was one of her friends
‘Til this day they don’t speak like dope boys on the stand
Beat the odds I played the cards that I was dealt
Knowing I could never lose if I just bet it on myself
Got out my way cuz every situation I would just proplex
Ran the court but had to earn my own stripes like a ref

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna make money, make money
Why they wanna take from me? Take from me?
Running through these new honeys, blue hundreds
I know that my day coming pay homage
I’m just tryna make money, make money
Why they wanna take from me? Take from me?
Running through these new honeys, blue hundreds
I know that my day coming pay, homage

[Hook]
Running through this money like we been here before
Can’t take it with you when in your time to go
Who gon hold you down when it’s your time to float
Couldn’t ride this wave if you sitting in a boat

[Verse 2]
I’ma get on this TV mama, I’ma, I’ma put shit down
Ima make sure these non rapping ass niggas never ever, ever comeback in style
Watch how we even the score, I got em fiending for more
The way I build up these records same way I build my repore
Jordan 3’s for me, can keep your Christian Dior
Still knock a bitch that drive a Benz or a Honda Accord, that’s balance
Hustler spirit I can push a tee that’s word to malice
I threw the caddy on 4’s just my Texas habit
Beat down yo block throwing bows like I’m Randy Savage
Come through yo spot mobbin deep just to cause the havoc
Now, now, I  know my pops can see me
I know it cuz he check in on my dreams on a weekly
And he been gone for 7 years trust this shit it ain’t been easy
Drop to my knees and pray to God amen it’s hard to be me
(But now I know my reason)

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna make money, make money
Why they wanna take from me? Take from me?
Running through these new honeys, blue hundreds
I know that my day coming pay homage
I’m just tryna make money, make money
Why they wanna take from me? Take from me?
Running through these new honeys, blue hundreds
I know that my day coming pay, homage

[Hook]
Running through this money like we been here before
Can’t take it with you when in your time to go
Who gon hold you down when it’s your time to float
Couldn’t ride this wave if you sitting in a boat