Money On My Mind

Started with a hundred then I turned it to a thousand
Man the opps ain't never coming out they crib it's like they grounded
Always locked in cuz all my live I was doubted
I'm the type to kill a opp and leave his body where I found it
34 Up in this glock and 20 on me ray allen
I can't take em serious on my momma they be clowning
Tre blowing on that pack got em higher than a mountain
If we caught em out we getting active we ain't never scouting
Gang off top get in that jungle we be wilding
Ay listen up yeah we finna touch bases
All these new rappers wack and they just faking
Riding through the city with a stick so ion like racing
And I ain't showing to yo party if it's not shaking
Matter fact nah showing up if you not paying
You gotta gun I gotta gun so tell me what you saying
Sending all them threats so when you see me you better start spraying
Feeling like I'm boss cuz I can shoot it with my left hand
Walking down on the opps cus they talk a lot
And we'll make that whip stop just like a parking lot
He tried to turn down on gang and seen a hundred chops
Ay nah I mean a hundred shots

They don't really wanna see you shine
Hop in my bag get on my feet I'm on my grind
I was always told that I'm one of a kind
If I want I'm a get it I'm a take then it's mine
Ay I got money on my mind
Yeah life way to short to was time
Gang bangin' toting pistols slanging iron
You can call me rondo way I hit him with that 9

Ay I got money on my mind
Yeah life way to short to was time
Gang bangin' toting pistols slanging iron
You can call me rondo way I hit him with that 9



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Ford
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