On My Mind

Where the door at, let us find out
We gone pull up, nigga we gone ride out
Where the bro's at, that are grindin'
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Man I got money on my mind
Fuck a thot i'm tryna bust me down an AP for my time yea, yea
And I don't understand why you lyin'
You ain't poppin, you just in the club standin' wastin time yea yea
And how you really dippin fashion you at H & M and Fashion Nova tryna spend a bag yea, yea
And why you bitches always cappin misses let em hit it once and now he don't know how to act yea, yea

These niggas forming peace treaties
If I don't fuck wit you don't dap me up don't speak to me
I'm wit the dawgs they trained to go so don't you beef wit me
Baby you lame ya man a goofy you can't sleep wit me, yea
Man fuck the fame i'm chasin' big checks
And fuck a hater tell that nigga eat a Big Mac
What I was taught was stand yo ground but show some respect
And if a nigga cross the line da baby his ass, yea

I'm drippin water like a facet
I need sum' grown ain't wit the games I need a boss bitch
Someone that go and get that bag and ain't gon' stop this
Ain't in the club or tryna fuck somebody poppin, yea

Where the door at, let us find out
We gone pull up, nigga we gone ride out
Where the bro's at, that are grindin'
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Man I got money on my mind
Fuck a thot I'm tryna bust me down an AP for my time yea yea
And I don't understand why you lyin'
You ain't poppin you just in the club standin' wastin time yea yea
And how you really dippin fashion you at H & M and Fashion Nova tryna spend a bag yea yea
And why you bitches always cappin misses let em hit it once and now he don't know how to act, yea yea

We gone ride out but ion pop out much
I been in the cut dolo ion trust these niggas none
Imma big dawg stunna play the track and let it run yuh
I thought I told you prices goin' up yuh
This style ain't free so next time go and get ya funds up
Money on my mind boy it been like that since a Jit
I was itchin for the paper startin goin hittin licks yuh
Switched it up and now they pay me for the 6
Yea
Know I gotta be a star or some
Cause I like fast cars like nascar's wit broads in em
And yea
I don't need ya but I want ya girl, yea
So please don't make me make you face the world yea

Man I got money on my mind
Fuck a thot I'm tryna bust me down an AP for my time yea yea
And I don't understand why you lyin'
You ain't poppin you just in the club standin' wastin time yea yea
And how you really dippin fashion you at H & M and Fashion Nova tryna spend a bag yea yea
And why you bitches always cappin misses let em hit it once and now he don't know how to act, yea yea



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Writer(s): E Jones
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