Money on My Mind

Got tired of waking up broke
Fuq looking for da lick
Bad bitch wit a broke niggah
Dat ain't da world we live in
Lord forgive all my sins
So in God I trust
I Swear dat pwussy so tempting
But I'll die for die money
Run it Run it Run it Run it up counting hunnids til my thumbs hurting
I don't fuq dat broke shit
Being broke a kill me. I'm allergic
I get up I get to the bag
I eat lil pwussy up when I get back
Hit da streets call me road runna
Beat da block get my coins up
Its a fortnite cuz the Storm coming
Free bands and my future lovely
Everybody acting real ugly since I got money got da steel on me
At da show dey feel on me
Kiss my tattoos Dey real horny
Broke niggahz playing pocket pool wit da mean mug you real Coney

Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Money on my mind

Put da money in da Tahoe it's only 6 ppl I'd die for
Dey use turn dey nose like Micheal
Now my pockets need lypo
I get up I get to the check
Bitch you can't tell how I feeling myself
Dis what money look like
My ppl live a great life
I'm in da water
Dripped out
You see deeze fangs
Dats a great white
Gucci fin I'm so content
With how I'm living my life
In a world full of wrong I choose to get right
I woke up I got up I ran check
I betcha dis money gone get some respect
Pull up with pull up
Come thru with come thru
Get up with get down
Bitch I'm here I'm da man
Foreign cars in da driveways
Foreign chick in the lounge chair
She don't speak no English
We just fuq dats sign language
I mingle wit po folks
Being broke is a no no
Bihh my mama name telow
She told me go n get it dats da G code
I'm walking I'm dripping finesse
It hard to tell I'm better than best
I'm walking I'm dripping finesse
It hard to tell I'm better than bestttt



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Jenkins
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