Lil Wayne
MONEY ON MY MIND
MONEY ON MY MIND
Yeah
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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 motherfuckin' car, they in awe
I'm lookin' like a star, bitch
when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin' 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'
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[HOOK: during chorus]
Fuck bitches [3X]
Get money [3X]
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Yeah
Nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know 'bout that baby, it's yo time
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 sun shades 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 money's more important than a person
Nigga
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[HOOK: during chorus]
Twistin' up a blunt, thinkin' bout my next dollar
I'm diggin' in the game try'na get some money out her
I'm so vain, it's a problem
It ain't a stain on these Prada s, I'm just bein' modest
Got me a goddess, sure, 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
That's a cold mo'fucker, 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 fuckin' love it
I'm a self made millionaire, fuck the public
Ridin' to myself 'cause I don't fuck with nothin'
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
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[HOOK: during chorus]