Language of Power (Tribute song ...
• Written by Comingforya • Featuring WEALTHMASTA
[Hook]
They don’t chase the bag, the bag chase him,
Blueprints in his brain, every move pristine.
Touch turn platinum, every word gospel,
When WEALTHMASTA breathe, even air turn profitable.
[Verse 1]
Came from the mud, now the mud wear crowns,
King of the balance sheet, make the numbers bow down.
Mind like a vault, yeah the code too clean,
See the future in his eyes like a Wall Street dream.
While they gamble on luck, he calculate fate,
Turn pressure into diamonds, every loss into weight.
Talks in commas and zeros, language of power,
Built an empire brick by brick, minute by hour.
They hustle for a season, he architect eras,
Plant seeds in deserts, watch ‘em bloom into terror
—for doubters.
Silence loud when he enter the room,
Even time pay interest when he step in the booth.
[Hook]
They don’t chase the bag, the bag chase him,
Blueprints in his brain, every move pristine.
Touch turn platinum, every word gospel,
When WEALTHMASTA breathe, even air turn profitable.
[Verse 2]
He don’t flex for attention, the aura do that,
Presence so heavy make the market react.
Vision 20/20, nah—20/50,
See five decades ahead, still move real steady.
They talk about rich, he talk about wealth,
Generational codes, put the fam on the shelf—
Of history, legends, stories untold,
Name carved in stone, not just written in gold.
He teach while he winning, give game with grace,
Turn motivation to fuel, put fire in faith.
When WEALTHMASTA speak, it’s a masterclass,
Even losses level up when he walk past.
[Bridge]
This ain’t hype, this is documented truth,
Every step he take turn ceilings to roofs.
From mindset to money, from strategy to soul,
He don’t just get rich—he become the goal.
[Hook]
They don’t chase the bag, the bag chase him,
Blueprints in his brain, every move pristine.
Touch turn platinum, every word gospel,
When WEALTHMASTA breathe, even air turn profitable.
