Money On My Mind lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b*tch don't f*ck with my grind, n*gga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach n*gga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these b*tches don't want no broke n*gga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b*tch don't f*ck with my grind, n*gga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach n*gga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these b*tches don't want no broke n*gga

[Verse 1: Spodee]
Intensity beats ex-tensity every time
That's why I go hard on every rhyme (go hard n*gga)
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 sh*t, b*tches all on my di*k, they hanging on my Calvin Klein
I'm an outcast and I got 3,000, big boys with me
n*gga sit down or get war with me, I'm dropping bombs all over Baghdad
And a b*tch 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 n*gga), 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
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b*tch don't f*ck with my grind, n*gga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach n*gga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these b*tches don't want no broke n*gga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b*tch don't f*ck with my grind, n*gga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach n*gga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these b*tches don't want no broke n*gga

[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
Troy Ave n*gga, in my blow bag n*gga
35 for the kilos, get mine at the oh yeah n*gga
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 sh*t when I flow, and it be facts
Only n*gga from my block bought a big body Benz off crack
Don't play me for no sucka n*gga, 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 n*gga, for real yelling "free Run B" on a pill we on
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b*tch don't f*ck with my grind, n*gga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach n*gga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these b*tches don't want no broke n*gga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b*tch don't f*ck with my grind, n*gga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach n*gga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these b*tches don't want no broke n*gga

[Verse 3: Yung Booke]
Them Margiela kicks turn dirt as thick, say they ain't the sh*t, b*tch please
Came from the bottom, you won't make it out and n*gga barely see 16
Cut their tongues out their mouth, f*ck n*ggas just thinking ain't sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga tryna front on me

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Let me tell you how I do a f*ck n*gga, catch em we'll empty outta clip like it ain't no thang
And I'm riding around with the motherf*cker in my coat right now, think it ain't gon' bang
Getting high with a brand new b*tch in a brand new car getting the same old brain
I'm a zone 1 A-town Bankhead n*gga, been serious, n*gga, 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
pus*y n*gga I would rather be the villain
In the Bentley with a couple hundred mill, all the racks we be spending get a f*ck n*gga buried
In a motherf*cking hearse, but n*gga I ain't worried
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b*tch don't f*ck with my grind, n*gga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach n*gga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these b*tches don't want no broke n*gga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
b*tch don't f*ck with my grind, n*gga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach n*gga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these b*tches don't want no broke n*gga