Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan - MOM (Mind on Money) lyrics

[Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan - MOM Mind on Money lyrics]

Sitting up so high, feel like my nose bleed
(My nose bleed)
I left that lil' money in my old jeans
(My old jeans)
And speaking of alphabets, I know OGs (OGs)
Offshore accounts, overseas (What?)
No tint, so you know it's me

Mind on that money, mind on that money
(What?) , yeah, bitch
Money on mind, money on my mind (Okay, yeah)
Money on my mind, money, money on my mind
(Thugger) , ayy
Mind on that money, nah, money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind, mind, mind
I got the racks on my mind
I'm talkin' 'bout mine, mine

Got them racks on me the long way
Hunnids on me, they thinner than a thong
Baby
I feel like I'm on the moon way long, baby
Tell the bitch to take that like Diddy Kong
Baby me and Quan like Jay and
Ye', Watch the Throne, baby
Creepin' in that black truck just
Like the song say
Hey, and that car was from Malone, baby
She my ex just like Mill, oh
I'm gunning real
I told the boy I got a tip if it's dub seal
You been pussy
I see your whiskers 'bout as long as a seal
She look at me
I look by green like a Navy Seal
You cry, I swear to God
I'ma try fuck your tears

Sitting up so high, feel like my nose bleed
(My nose bleed)
I left that lil' money in my old jeans
(My old jeans)
And speaking of alphabets, I know OGs (OGs)
Offshore accounts, overseas (What?)
No tint, so you know it's me

Mind on that money, mind on that money
(What?) , yeah, bitch
Money on mind, money on my mind (Okay, yeah)
Money on my mind, money, money on my mind
(Thugger) , ayy
Mind on that money, nah, money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind, mind, mind
I got the racks on my mind
I'm talkin' 'bout mine, mine

Beatin' on my chest just like I'm Willie B
Swiss bank accounts
My light-skin ho look like Alicia Keys
Clean up my cars then bring
'em out, push button, don't need a key
And like the first Sunday in April
I'm on Easter pink
Double cup better have ice in it
Homie heating ice with it
I'm killing these niggas every
Every song I'm on
They say homie need a life sentence
And all my hoes tryna' fight bitches
Call a girl a ho, don't dyke bitches
Find your spot in the dark, no night vision
'Cause I'm good at sightseeing, you feel me?
(Hey) name two niggas you know who
Done came up this fast (Who?)
Plain Jane, bitch and Hublot, on that ho
I'll drop a lil' bag
I get dough, nigga, I don't get mad (Nah)
Better bring it pronto or that's your ass
No car note 'cause you know I drop cash
(I did) i'm sitting on the car
I got 'em mad 'cause I'm

Sitting up so high, feel like my nose bleed
(My nose bleed)
I left that lil' money in my old jeans
(My old jeans)
And speaking of alphabets, I know OGs (OGs)
Offshore accounts, overseas (What?)
No tint, so you know it's me

Mind on that money, mind on that money
(What?) , yeah, bitch
Money on mind, money on my mind (Okay, yeah)
Money on my mind, money, money on my mind
(Thugger) , ayy
Mind on that money, nah, money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind, mind, mind
I got the racks on my mind
I'm talkin' 'bout mine, mine

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