Money On My Mind(Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

Yeah (Money on my mind) That's right (So money is all I think of) That's right (Money on my mind) Bitch, you know Bitch, bitch, ayy (So money is all I think of) Stepping out the motherfucking car, they in awe I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me make a wish Holla at your motherfucking boy, J-R Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (yeah) Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit Got these other haters pissed, 'cause my toilet paper thick I know, but trip and that .40 make a chip Out a potato-head wimp, then, like ranch, I dip (gone) And the hustle is all muscle, just strength When it comes to that weight I don't struggle, I just lift (one-two) I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talking Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Nigga, get it in a slump, if you know how In the heart of the summer, we need a snow plow What you know about that? Baby, it's your time Coke transactions on the phone, we call it "blow jobs" Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops Had to ditch my old bitch, getting sloppy with the pots (bitch!) Hopping off the boat, meeting Papi at the docks He tell me I'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm getting paid Money Over Bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave Developed at a young age, go after what pays These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays I drop a car note in the mall on the first date I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way That cake, like it's-it's my birthday New Orleans my birthplace, ya heard me? Where money's more important than a person Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar I'm digging in the game tryna get some money out her I'm so vain it's a problem There ain't a stain on these Pradas, I'm just being modest Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it She still down and she don't get none of the profit Wheel around the city, let the tints hide me "That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it" Forever symbolizing the grind, it don't walk to you I make it run like horses do Giddy-up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby I love it, I fucking love it I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public Riding to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothing Pistol on my lap, on the way to the money! Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money