Money On My Mind

Yeah

Money on my mind, money on my mind (Yeah)

Money on my mind, money—money on my mind (Yeah)

Money on my mind, money on my mind

(That's right)

Money—money on my mind, so money is all I think of (That's right)

Money on my mind, money on my mind (Bitch)

Money on my mind, m—m—m—money on my mind (You know)

M—m—m—money on my mind (Bitch)

Money—money on my mind (Bitch)

Money—money on my mind, so money is all I think of

(Aye, yeah)

Stepping out the motherfuckin' car, they in awe (Yeah)

I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish

Holler at your motherfuckin' boy, JR (Brr)

Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah)

Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit

Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick

I know

But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp

Then like ranch, I dip (Gone)

And the hustle is all muscle, just strength

When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two)

I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah)

Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist

Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Ha)

I whip coke like hoes, ****, I'm a pimp (Yeah)

Lil' **** 'bout to rape the market

If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talkin'

Yeah

Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches

(Yeah)

Get money, get money, get money, yeah

(Bitch)

Get money, fuck bitches

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Yeah

**** get it in a slumber if you know how (Uh)

In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow

What you know 'bout that? Baby, it's your time

Coke transactions on the phone, we call it blowjobs (Yeah)

Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops

Had to ditch my old bitch, gettin' sloppy with the pots (Bitch)

Hoppin' off the boat, meetin' papi at the docks (What up?)

He tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid (Yeah)

Money over bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave

Developed at a young age, go after what pays

What? Yeah

These Gabana sunshades block the sun rays (Bitch)

I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn)

I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way (Yeah)

That cake, like it's, it's my birthday

New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me?

Where money's more important than a person, ****

Yeah

Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches

Get money, get money, get money, yeah

Get money, fuck bitches

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar (Okay)

I'm digging in the game, tryna get some money out her (Okay)

I'm so vain, it's a problem (Yeah)

There ain't a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh)

I'm just bein' modest (Yeah)

Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch)

She still down and she don't get none of the profit (Yeah)

Wheel 'round the city, let the tints hide me

That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it (Yeah)

Forever symbolizin' the grind, it don't walk to you

I make it run like horses do (Uh)

Giddy up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (Yeah)

I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby (Yeah)

I love it, I fuckin' love it

I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Ha)

Ridin' to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothin'

Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

Yeah

Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches

Get money, get money, get money, yeah

Get money, fuck bitches

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money