Guyana Soil(Di Bundle)

Intro

(Yeah... Guyana soil...)

(Mi a dig, mi a rise...)

Chorus

Mi waan di money, di gold, di bundle

From Guyana soil, turn gold inna di jungle

Hustler fi life, nah beg, nah stumble

Stack it high like a skyscraper, watch di empire crumble

Rich rich rich – money vibe, mi a climb

Hustle hustle hustle – Guyana gold mine

Bad gyal whine fi di bands, mi nah decline

From di trap to di top, mi crown di skyline

Verse 1

Mi born fi hustle, nah sleep pon di bench

Guyana dirt rich, mi a dig fi di trench

Gold dust inna mi vein, oil flow like mi pen

Turn likkle penny to empire, mi nuh fren

Dem bwoy a chat, but dem pocket empty like promise

Mi flip di pack, now di gyal dem a dance like goddess

Silent like ghost but di impact loud

Lamborghini roar, mi a mine di future right now

From Georgetown streets to foreign concrete

Mi export di dream, import di elite

Clever like chess, king pon di board

Checkmate di haters, money a pour

No more scrape di barrel, tank full to di brim

Every move calculated, every move a win

Chorus

Mi waan di money, di gold, di bundle

From Guyana soil, turn gold inna di jungle

Hustler fi life, nah beg, nah stumble

Stack it high like a skyscraper, watch di empire crumble

Rich rich rich – money vibe, mi a climb

Hustle hustle hustle – Guyana gold mine

Bad gyal whine fi di bands, mi nah decline

From di trap to di top, mi crown di skyline

Verse 2

Dem seh mi flow soft, but mi elevate higher

Trap-dancehall fusion, bass mek di gyal thicker

Guyana timber strong, vision even stronger

Black gold to platinum plaque – dat mi agenda

Alchemist inna di trap, turn struggle to gold

Base metal pressure, now di story get told

Engine turbo, foreign account a overflow

Like Demerara river, di money just grow

Hustle from dawn till di stars a align

Nah wait fi handout, mi carve out mi own mine

Rise like di oil, but mi own di well

Dem smell di success, now dem jealous as hell

From di bush to di penthouse suite

Plant di seed, now di harvest sweet

Mind sharp like cutlass, slice through di noise

Collect di surplus, real hustler choice

Bridge

Mi tell di youth dem: grind hard, stay focused

Guyana rich soil, but di real wealth unspoken

Nah sell out soul fi di quick-gain illusion

Real hustler build legacy – dat di conclusion

Verse 3

Chase di paper like piranha pon prey

Guyana resources, mi flip it every day

Bauxite to diamond, pressure mek mi shine

Hustle transform, now di future is mine

Walk tall like Kaieteur, fall never option

Bank a vault, dem a cry fi di combination

Oil rig dreams, gold chain gleam

Account fat, life sweet like cream

Graduate di school of grind, leave doubt behind

Guyana son a shine, legacy on mi mind

Plant fi di generation, money manifestation

Hustler forever – dat mi foundation

Final Chorus

Mi waan di money, di gold, di bundle

From Guyana soil, turn gold inna di jungle

Hustler fi life, nah beg, nah stumble

Stack it high like a skyscraper, watch di empire crumble

Rich rich rich – Guyana gold fi mi

Hustle hustle hustle – trap-dancehall decree

Bad gyal whine fi di bands, mi nah decline

From di trap to di top, mi crown di skyline

Outro

(Rich rich rich...)

(Guyana gold mine...)

(Mi crown di skyline...)