Money On My Mental lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Move these f*ck n*ggas out the way, b*tch I'm coming through
Drink-laced blunt grape, damn, I'm 'bout to snooze
She wake me up, like good morning your highsness
I'm getting top, higher than a mountain lion
She do whatever I say, like I'm Simon
Bet that n*gga be dead on arrivement
I'm a king with my feet on the horizon
And I'm hard to find like a lost license
Put the bottle on the dresser, b*tch I need it
I read Proverbs when I'm feeling greedy
And right now, I feel like I ain't eatin'
So I got every f*cking right to get greedy
Outta Memphis, a city full of heathens
sh*t I'm one too, and I'm still breathing
I'm never in my city, but I'm always repping
Never in my mind, but always second guessing
A young n*gga, with a old soul
b*tch I stay hot, that's why I'm so cold
I'm pouring up the Actavis, uh-oh
And my whip beat your ass like a drum-roll

[Hook: Chris Travis]
Money on my mind, money on my mental
Yeah your b*tch fine, but your b*tch simple
Money on my mind, money on my mental
Yeah your b*tch fine, but your b*tch simple
Money on my mind, money on my mental
That ain't your b*tch, f*ck n*gga that's a rental
Money on my mind, money on my mental
That ain't your b*tch, f*ck n*gga that's a rental
Money on my mind, money on my mental
Yeah your b*tch fine, but your b*tch simple
Money on my mind, money on my mental
That ain't your b*tch, f*ck n*gga that's a rental
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Most b*tches don't be understanding techniques
That's what it takes to be a real one in the streets, follow me
The B, the, the, the, U, the, the, the, D
I need, give me shotgun, I smoke the sticky with no seeds
Mane' you know how I be
Usually taking no sh*t from a b*tch
Usually charging and breaking a trick
Been there and done that, as good as it gets
When I'm in Memphis I'm f*cking with Chris
Travis, he savage, he one of the homies
Raider Klan bringing the phonk that ain't phony
Connecting the dots, I'm all about money
Your b*tch so basic, she so simple, she a bummy ho
I be so pretty, I'm so gangsta', and a n*gga know
Yo, I'm getting higher than them other suckers
1990's money, legendary on these lame busta's
I'm 'bout to cop the O two ways, sidekick
Motorola just to show 'em old school real sh*t
Money, money, money on my mental
It ain't accidental that I popped up like a pimple