Hustle Gang, T.I., Yung Booke, Spodee, Troy Ave - Money On My Mind lyrics
[Hustle Gang, T.I., Yung Booke, Spodee, Troy Ave - Money On My Mind lyrics]
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Intensity beats ex-tensity every time
That's why I go hard on every rhyme
(go hard nigga)
That's why I thank god for every line
I know I'm more advanced than you
Demolished it when I'm barely tryin'
Hard shit, bitches all on my dick
They hanging on my Calvin Klein
I'm an outcast and I got 3, 000
Big boys with me
Nigga sit down or get war with me
I'm dropping bombs all over Baghdad
And a bitch bound to get more from me
If she or get whores for me
I used to smoke weed with a gas
Mask, but never got high until 10
000 feet in the sky in an aircraft
Counting money that come out of a trash bag
I'm a dope boy
I sold cocaine you never had that
I'm a whole brick and you a gram bag
I'm a scientist and you a lab rat
Now show me where the Kraft at
(money nigga) , I need real cheese
I'm a fresh prince you gotta feel me
I keep a Smith & Wesson and I will squeeze
But I got Reggie Miller shooters
I ain't gotta take the shot
I'm sharp as Shannon when I move the white
Even sell the Reggie to make ends meet
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Troy Ave nigga, in my blow bag nigga
35 for the kilos
Get mine at the oh yeah nigga
Up my chips every flipper, fish scale
Mr flipper wait a minute for dinner
I'm in the kitchen with whipper
Stuttering going dummy
No other thoughts but the money
Get it sweeter than honey
You know how T-Roy be done-y
Mobbing deep cause you nervous
It just be me during murders
Kept it low from surver lance
I mean surveillance we circus
Cash business you know, family, religion
And dough been got my momma in snow
They made me the man that you know
I talk that shit when I flow, and it be facts
Only nigga from my block bought a
Big body Benz off crack
Don't play me for no sucka nigga
You can't afford that reverend
I came up from the dirt
Made 6 figures now on 7
Mill-ions, still keep me a milly on
I go stupider and get silly on one
Real nigga
For real yelling "free Run B" on a pill we on
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Them Margiela kicks turn dirt as thick
Say they ain't the shit, bitch please
Came from the bottom
You won't make it out and nigga barely see 16
Cut their tongues out their mouth
Fuck niggas just thinking ain't shit sweet
Not paying your dues
Mention my city and I dare you get me
On dough Imma flip out
Watch 'em go scrammin like the 12 comin
The 40 go pow when the whip out
But these niggas really ain't know nothin
(they frontin')
We know fishing rod and we're
Catching out the money sea? I got good aim
I'll blow the back out of every
Nigga tryna front on me
Let me tell you how I do a fuck nigga
Catch em we'll empty outta clip
Like it ain't no thang
And I'm riding around with the motherfucker
In my coat right now
Think it ain't gon' bang
Getting high with a brand new bitch in a
Brand new car getting the same old brain
I'm a zone 1 A-town Bankhead
Nigga, been serious, nigga, it ain't no game
Imma trap 'till it's finished, remember me
I was standing on the corner when I
Was supposed to be in school
Crack what we dealing
Handle my business get the money until
It's stacked to the ceiling
Pussy nigga I would rather be the villain
In the Bentley with a couple hundred mill
All the racks we be spending
Get a fuck nigga buried
In a motherfucking hearse
But nigga I ain't worried
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Intensity beats ex-tensity every time
That's why I go hard on every rhyme
(go hard nigga)
That's why I thank god for every line
I know I'm more advanced than you
Demolished it when I'm barely tryin'
Hard shit, bitches all on my dick
They hanging on my Calvin Klein
I'm an outcast and I got 3, 000
Big boys with me
Nigga sit down or get war with me
I'm dropping bombs all over Baghdad
And a bitch bound to get more from me
If she or get whores for me
I used to smoke weed with a gas
Mask, but never got high until 10
000 feet in the sky in an aircraft
Counting money that come out of a trash bag
I'm a dope boy
I sold cocaine you never had that
I'm a whole brick and you a gram bag
I'm a scientist and you a lab rat
Now show me where the Kraft at
(money nigga) , I need real cheese
I'm a fresh prince you gotta feel me
I keep a Smith & Wesson and I will squeeze
But I got Reggie Miller shooters
I ain't gotta take the shot
I'm sharp as Shannon when I move the white
Even sell the Reggie to make ends meet
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Troy Ave nigga, in my blow bag nigga
35 for the kilos
Get mine at the oh yeah nigga
Up my chips every flipper, fish scale
Mr flipper wait a minute for dinner
I'm in the kitchen with whipper
Stuttering going dummy
No other thoughts but the money
Get it sweeter than honey
You know how T-Roy be done-y
Mobbing deep cause you nervous
It just be me during murders
Kept it low from surver lance
I mean surveillance we circus
Cash business you know, family, religion
And dough been got my momma in snow
They made me the man that you know
I talk that shit when I flow, and it be facts
Only nigga from my block bought a
Big body Benz off crack
Don't play me for no sucka nigga
You can't afford that reverend
I came up from the dirt
Made 6 figures now on 7
Mill-ions, still keep me a milly on
I go stupider and get silly on one
Real nigga
For real yelling "free Run B" on a pill we on
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Them Margiela kicks turn dirt as thick
Say they ain't the shit, bitch please
Came from the bottom
You won't make it out and nigga barely see 16
Cut their tongues out their mouth
Fuck niggas just thinking ain't shit sweet
Not paying your dues
Mention my city and I dare you get me
On dough Imma flip out
Watch 'em go scrammin like the 12 comin
The 40 go pow when the whip out
But these niggas really ain't know nothin
(they frontin')
We know fishing rod and we're
Catching out the money sea? I got good aim
I'll blow the back out of every
Nigga tryna front on me
Let me tell you how I do a fuck nigga
Catch em we'll empty outta clip
Like it ain't no thang
And I'm riding around with the motherfucker
In my coat right now
Think it ain't gon' bang
Getting high with a brand new bitch in a
Brand new car getting the same old brain
I'm a zone 1 A-town Bankhead
Nigga, been serious, nigga, it ain't no game
Imma trap 'till it's finished, remember me
I was standing on the corner when I
Was supposed to be in school
Crack what we dealing
Handle my business get the money until
It's stacked to the ceiling
Pussy nigga I would rather be the villain
In the Bentley with a couple hundred mill
All the racks we be spending
Get a fuck nigga buried
In a motherfucking hearse
But nigga I ain't worried
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind
Nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga
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