Three Loco, V-Nasty - Money on My Mind lyrics

I've got time on my hands
But it's not too much
I've got money on my mind
But it ain't enough
I've got time on my hands
But it's not too much
I've got money on my mind
But it ain't enough

It's after midnight I'm drunk
Than a motherfucker
My brother on stage crunk than a motherfucker
We cold cutting through the traffic
In the mango Benz
One thing I learned: it's hard
To find a good friend
Waiting on me to fall, ain't gonna be nothing
Haters plotting on I know they
Want to steal something can't show no mercy
And these bitches thirsty when I say "bitch
" I ain't talking about the ones with purses
In this game
And they should have called me Pete Sampras
No kids in my camper, no need for Pampers
Rings and watches, bring the rocks in
I don't got enough time you
Can bring the clocks in


I've got money on my mind
But fuck money and time
Got black maple hail, fuck Bacardi and lime
We only here for a half a second
So I've got no choice, yo, I have to wreck it
Have to kill it till we murder them all
Got no time for no damn phone calls
So text me, and if I don't text you back
If you text me again
You're gonna get smacked
I'm a bury my phone and
Move up to the mountain
Fuck Hollywood, fuck Vine and fountain
I'm spreading technology with my
Fucking Tech N9ne spitting that philosophy
You're gonna have to get in line

Time is money, and I'm broke as fuck
Got a fake Rolex and a broke down truck
Getting head in the hills
From my Oakland duck
Yeah, quack quack, bitch, open up, uh
My life's the shit it should be a movie
Nah, my life is shit it's a B movie
Got my face buried in some D boobies
In the Pontiac, Queen Hooptie
I used to have a doll shopping at the mall
Now I don't feel like myself, Avatar
One day I'm a be a big rapping star
Now I'm just a skinny white boy, after all