Aman Pant, YUNG DSA, and their crew bring Mumbai’s street life to your speakers with Goni Mein Paisa. Akhil Tiwari helps write lyrics that mix street smarts with raw ambition. The producers arrange a beat that matches the city’s frantic energy.
Aman Pant opens with a bold statement about wealth and reputation. He describes the daily hustle in Mumbai, where cash speaks louder than words and survival depends on street intelligence. The performer declares ‘There’s money in the sack’ (Goni me paisa hai), framing everything as a game of wealth where he’s already a champion.
Goni me paisa hai,There’s money in the sack,
Paise ka game haiit’s all a game of wealth.
Chawanni churane me,When it comes to stealing small change,
Apnach toh name haiI’m the one who’s famous.
Billa shot roz hote Billa shot bhotEvery day there’s trouble, so much street drama.
Mumbai Zabani aur Kala mera courtMumbai is my language, and the streets are my courtroom.
Toster pe Rakha maine karne Garam breadI’ve got the heat ready to keep my hustle fresh.
Mera muh rehta band aur Baat karte NoteMy mouth stays shut, while the cash does the talking.
Jabhi jeb mere bhatri tabhi yaad karte logPeople only remember me when my pockets are full.
Tu Pharshi ka pani mai have meka smokeYou’re just water on the floor, while I’m smoke in the air.
Life kabhi lavish kabhi feel hote JokeLife feels lavish sometimes, and other times it’s a joke.
Khise thode khali lekin Dil mera DopeMy pockets might be empty, but my heart is still great.
Or Dil mera badaAnd I’ve got a big heart.
Haqka aagar mera toh mai Duniya se ladaIf it’s my right, I’ll fight the whole world for it.
Waise toh mai Chingus nai bachpan se Aadat se majbur maiI’m not actually stingy, but I’ve been driven by habit since childhood.
Isliye kabhi kabhi karna padta meko bhi chingus panaSo, sometimes I’ve got to be a bit tight-fisted.
Shot deta public ko bachpan se shanaI’ve been pulling moves on people since I was a clever kid.
Muddal hai sabkuch maine bachpan mech janaI realized young that the capital is everything.
Free ka nai chodta mai Yech mere khasiyatI don’t leave anything for free; that’s my specialty.
Maiyaat ka bhi khaila maine ek ek DanaI’ve even survived on the smallest scraps from a funeral.
Karu mai bate aaise kaiseHow can I talk like this?
Bate kare mere sare paiseIt’s all my money doing the talking.
Itna mahinga kiko deraWhy are you making it so expensive?
Matter karra aaise kaiseWhy does it even matter like this?
Mere Hoodme aake puchCome to my neighborhood and ask around.
Milte meko kitne tere jaiseI meet so many people just like you.
Meko dikhra nai OG kon mere jaiseI don’t see anyone as original as me.
BruhhhBruh.
Wsssup aur kay vishayyWhat’s up, and what’s the deal?
Toster hai kidar meko khabar nai hai kai vishayWhere’s the heat? I’ve got no idea what the issue is.
Mahinga mera gift qke dil mera badaMy gifts are expensive because my heart is big.
Ye 5000 nikalu kaise bata meko kai vishayTell me how to pull out this five thousand; what’s the matter?
Mumbai hai bro khali jebse idar kam nai chaltaThis is Mumbai, bro; you can’t get anything done with empty pockets.
Jab tak bolee tere bade tab tak chand nai dhaltaUntil the big players speak, the moon doesn’t even set.
Bina dekhe hari patti mera muh nai khultaMy mouth doesn’t open without seeing a green ‘cash’ note.
Q ke mere jaise shana har gali mai nai miltaBecause you won’t find someone as clever as me in every lane.
Gali gali dhoondSearch every alleyway.
Gali gali puchAsk in every street.
Gali gali maiIn every single lane.
Gali gali tuchEvery street is connected.
Tere jaise chingusStingy people like you.
Gali gali mandwaliSettlements happen in every alley.
Gali gali rehra proofThere’s proof in every street.
Gali gali mera gharEvery lane is my home.
Gali gali mera hoodEvery street is my neighborhood.
Karje mai rehke bhi charche maiEven when I’m in debt, I’m the talk of the town.
Gali se me aj sidha hustle bade parde peFrom the streets, my hustle has reached the big screen today.
Mere muhpe dekh badi wali smileLook at the big smile on my face.
Kon shana bola teko khushi nai khareed sakte paise se…???Who’s the clever one who told you that money can’t buy happiness?
Goni me paisa hai,There’s money in the sack,
Paise ka game haiit’s all a game of wealth.
Chawanni churane me,When it comes to stealing small change,
If you want to understand Goni Mein Paisa, the lyrics document the sharp reality of Mumbai’s street economy. Featuring Aman Pant and YUNG DSA, this track from their collaborative project creates a portrait of ambition that thrives in urban chaos.