Money Mind
Pull up to the bank like it's my house
Pull up I'm ready to cash out
Pockets so fat some might fall out
Pockets are built like a bank vault
Left right left when I walk
In love with the money not my fault
Diamonds on me like Jack Frost
Might get frost bite back off
I could give a fuck about no bitch
Bitch I'm just tryna be rich
Oh bitch please don't throw a fit
All she good for is givin' neck
I got demons on my back
Love to see that money stack
Playing Jinga with my racks
Brothers eat and that's a fact
For this money I'm flashin'
And for these bitches I'm dashin'
I'm scared of love with a passion
I cannot do it
I am just after a bag
Fuck a bad bitch she could die in a casket
I am just after a bag
Chasing the money could call me the flash bitch
Runnin as fast as I can
Look at my money this shit is fantastic
Look at the stacks and my bands
Could build a house just call it a fashion
I am just after a bag
They're chasing me like they're named Mr. Krabs bitch
I wear a belt i don't sag
If you do that you get hit from the back bitch
All of our pockets are fat
Bitches be chasing the money it's sad shit
I never sleep bitch i nap
Meanwhile all of you sleeping on my shit
I do whatever she says
She give me top so i give her my bed bitch
That little female is crazy
I treat her right and i'm keeping her fed bitch
Music is up and it pays
Paying the bills but not paying attention
To people who cannot relate
They chase my clout they're a little too late bitch
All of the people are fake
Faker than fiction we are not the same kid
Guess being real is a phase
And i have powers i'm able to phase shift
Poker we gamble all day
You are the jackass bitch i am the ace kid
You gotta stay in your lane
Don't get pulled over for switching your game bitch
(Uh, yeah)
Meanwhile
I'll just keep making my mom proud
Bag full of money that's big pounds
Damn i feel like mr. krabs now
Only real money no sound cloud
We don't do sound but we puff clouds
I get it straight from the iCloud
Only date bitches with eyebrows
(Yeah)
I am just after a bag
Fuck a bad bitch she could die in a casket
I am just after a bag
Chasing the money could call me the flash bitch
Runnin as fast as I can
Look at my money this shit is fantastic
Look at the stacks and my bands
Could build a house and call it a fashion
Pull up I'm ready to cash out
Pockets so fat some might fall out
Pockets are built like a bank vault
Left right left when I walk
In love with the money not my fault
Diamonds on me like Jack Frost
Might get frost bite back off
I could give a fuck about no bitch
Bitch I'm just tryna be rich
Oh bitch please don't throw a fit
All she good for is givin' neck
I got demons on my back
Love to see that money stack
Playing Jinga with my racks
Brothers eat and that's a fact
For this money I'm flashin'
And for these bitches I'm dashin'
I'm scared of love with a passion
I cannot do it
I am just after a bag
Fuck a bad bitch she could die in a casket
I am just after a bag
Chasing the money could call me the flash bitch
Runnin as fast as I can
Look at my money this shit is fantastic
Look at the stacks and my bands
Could build a house just call it a fashion
I am just after a bag
They're chasing me like they're named Mr. Krabs bitch
I wear a belt i don't sag
If you do that you get hit from the back bitch
All of our pockets are fat
Bitches be chasing the money it's sad shit
I never sleep bitch i nap
Meanwhile all of you sleeping on my shit
I do whatever she says
She give me top so i give her my bed bitch
That little female is crazy
I treat her right and i'm keeping her fed bitch
Music is up and it pays
Paying the bills but not paying attention
To people who cannot relate
They chase my clout they're a little too late bitch
All of the people are fake
Faker than fiction we are not the same kid
Guess being real is a phase
And i have powers i'm able to phase shift
Poker we gamble all day
You are the jackass bitch i am the ace kid
You gotta stay in your lane
Don't get pulled over for switching your game bitch
(Uh, yeah)
Meanwhile
I'll just keep making my mom proud
Bag full of money that's big pounds
Damn i feel like mr. krabs now
Only real money no sound cloud
We don't do sound but we puff clouds
I get it straight from the iCloud
Only date bitches with eyebrows
(Yeah)
I am just after a bag
Fuck a bad bitch she could die in a casket
I am just after a bag
Chasing the money could call me the flash bitch
Runnin as fast as I can
Look at my money this shit is fantastic
Look at the stacks and my bands
Could build a house and call it a fashion
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Writer(s): Tyler Bowen
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