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I got money on my mind, pussy on my line I'm gettin' to a dollar, shawty, I ain't got the time I got money on my mind, hustlers on my line And that's just all the time, so I stay out on my grind I gotta drop this game on you, tell you somethin' that you don't know (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I might just hop this plane on you, I be places that you don't know (Oh, oh, oh, oh) We do this all over the world, I know people that you don't know (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't got no time, I'm too busy chasin' paper if you don't know (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Yo I'm smokin' Cali chronic (uh-huh), mixin' my Gin with Tonic (that's right) 'Til I'm a mobster like my pops with shrimp and garlic A glass of red wine got me tipsy Pushed the engine to the red line I'm goin' hard, all my niggas doin' fed time (salute) Would've been on the block with niggas if I had time (switch lanes) Uh, but I'm too busy on the road (road) They got me back in mode (mode) A hunnid to the bone gristle, never crack the code (they know) Started out a dreamer (dreamer), now my niggas livin' (uh) Tell ya I ain't been sleepin', drinkin' coffee with no creamer (Usher, baby) Sim simma, no key for the bimmer Last year I was fresh, but this year I'm much cleaner (that's right) That's the sweet smell of success in the air Came from the ghetto, gotta stress it so my message is clear It's time to put the game back the way it was (was) Separate the suckers (suckers), motivate the thugs I gotta drop this game on you, tell you somethin' that you don't know (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I might just hop this plane on you, I be places that you don't know (Oh, oh, oh, oh) We do this all over the world, I know people that you don't know (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't got no time, I'm too busy chasin' paper if you don't know (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Got too much money on my mind, too much pussy on my line See, the way I fucked the game up should've been a crime I ain't no fuckin' rookie, now you lookin' at what's mine I been dealin' with the future, you look a little behind I keep it a hunnid, believe what you wanna Was out there in Europe with Weezy and Stunna You real with the people, the people they love ya You got your God, I'll believe in another, that's me (that's me) So tell me, who you tryna be? (Tryna be) Yeah, see, me, I'll always be Pittsburgh presidential Just a soul that left his vessel Homie, we on cruise control, movin' without pressin' pedals How I'm feelin'? Never better, high as fuck with drugs Since the old days I dealt with pressure, graduate from blunts Spent seven hunnid thousand last year, can you do that? I ask myself how I got here just off a few raps Still got my homies that I started with I parted with a few of my partnerships But we cool though, may the Lord protect me Fuck what you fuck with, you will respect me I gotta drop this game on you, tell you somethin' that you don't know (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I might just hop this plane on you, I be places that you don't know (Oh, oh, oh, oh) We do this all over the world, I know people that you don't know (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't got no time, I'm too busy chasin' paper if you don't know (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I got money on my mind, pussy on my line I'm gettin' to a dollar, shawty, I ain't got the time I got money on my mind, hustlers on my line And that's just all the time, so I stay out on my grind (ayo)
Writer(s): Boaz De Jong, Bryan Du Chatenier, Amani Verwey, Gino R.j. Doorson, Natalio D R Kalibwoy Rijssel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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