Money In Mind Lyrics

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[Chorus 2X with variations]

Money on my mind

Money on my mind

Money on my mind

Money money on my mind

Money on my mind

Money on my mind

Money money on my mind

So money is all I think of

Steppin out the motherf**kin car they in awe

I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish

Holla at ya motherf**kin boy J.R.

Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich

Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit

Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick

I know but trip and that forty make a chip

Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip

And the hustle was all muscle just strength

When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift

I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip

Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist

Get key 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 talkin bout money baby now we talkin

[Chorus]

[Hook: during chorus]

F**k bitches [3X]

Get money [3X]

Get money f**k bitches

F**k bitches get money

F**k bitches get money

Yeah

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In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow

What you know bout that baby its showtime

Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob

Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops

Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots

Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks

He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid

Money over bitches I'm yellin it to the grave

Developed at a young age go after what pays

These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays

I drop a car note in the mall on the first day

I gotta get it even if its in the worst way

That cake like it's it's my birthday

New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me

Where moneys more important than the person

Nigga

[Chorus + Hook during chorus]

Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar

I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her

I'm so vain its a problem

THERE ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest

Got me a goddess SHO' 'ER HOW to divide it

She still down and she don't get none of the profit

We around the city let the tints hide me

Thats a cold muhf**ker whoever inside it

Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you

I make it run like horses do

Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby

I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby

I love it I f**kin love it

I'm a self made millionaire f**k the public

Ridin to myself cause I don't f**k with nothin

Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

[Chorus + Hook during chorus]