Money On My Mind Lyrics

Nicki Minaj Mind on my Money Lyrics:
I got my mind on my money and I'm not goin
awayyyy... So keep on gettin yur paper...

[Brinx:]
Now you hold it's yur excellence... see I t.c oh
forward slash president... east side resident oh
so evident... brinx billy ride cousin black on
black phantom 26's on the side of em... ninas on
the side of em... goonies on the side of em...
anybody can get it boy be careful on the side of
them... these niggas are burial guns no fearial...
money hungry honey with me if you holla she gonna
carry you... flyer than a aireal vechical
gerital... sittin on my feet when I'm stuntin on
them people... I tell no fabels everyhting
chillen... fax machines office max see me for that
paper... you workin for short bread ain't my money
long youngin... bxtch I'm on trappin more digits
than a phone number different time zones on em
kill them niggas lyrcially... left side of my
closet look invaded by italy... right side paris
left side flaggin paper is is my main chick me and
money married... and that's all a nigga knoes
bitch that's why them brand new niggas is all up on my old shxt...

[Speaking: Nicki Minaj]
that's what I did I came up out the truck... you
what I'm sayin... I chuck my dueces like... that's
all I do like... young money nicki minaj it's the
ninja harajuku barbie and all of that... nah I'm
sayin all that... me gettin money you writin
disses we gettin money... yeaaaaa boiiiiii

Hit me my limozine... all in yur magazine... and
when I come they betta lean like promethazine. they say
nicki nice... I'm about my money mama... and tell
michelle I got my eye on barack obama... tryin to
get that modana you kno hannah montanna... and you
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can find me sittin indian style with the dolly
lama... konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara...
I'm medatating and I'm in conhootz with a higher
power... mind on money money on mind mind mind on
my money mind (yo hoe rai que quo)... mind onNicki Minaj - Money On My Mind - http://motolyrics.com/nicki-minaj/money-on-my-mind-lyrics.html
money ay mind on my money babe... how does this
money taste wine in yo moneys face... you see the
signs and the teachings... well if you didn't knoe
well this is grindin season... now and go get yur
gangs signs throw it up... all my niggas on them
bikes throw it up... we don't care what you say...
we ain't gonna win no way... my niggas bring the
heat like a summer day... so mind on my mutha fckn
money mind on my mutha fckn money oooooo...

[Speakin: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo I speak forgien lanuages and shxt... but the
lanuage is speak is that monney lanuage... hahahah
flipmode bxtch... brinx I like how we do the brinx
truck job on these niggas homey... time after time
again I like niggas and remind niggas how I hold
out on mutha fckas...

Niggas out here frontin about they bread you can't
trust it niggas my money so stupid call me warren
busta buss nigga... glad it ain't a toss and
everything about me butters I've been counting
money so long I see dollar signs and different
colors... my money is smear and smutherd yur money
you hear me brotha been about that bread like I
was broke or still in the gutta... and in case you
ain't knoe there will be no repalcement and them
bags of arab money I got stashed in the basement
face it... when ever I shine I glisten and when
ever I talk you listen ain't no money gettin made
in these street without my premission I keeps it
drug infested my money is well invested it's to
the point my ? is well respected you need to check
my method I promise you I be the wrong nigga
that's comes to my money that you ever want to
mess with grind like missionary labor holding
indigutary paper you already knoe my team is
filled with ? ears we made you... I don't give a
fck about yur stipulation... type of bread
appropriate for every situation... you can tell by
the jewlery sittin on my collar from the bread to
the crib I knoe all about the dollar