Money On My Mind
Paper blue hundreds all I think I about
I just want the money fuck the fame yah could keep the clout
Getting paper cuts counting cash now it's blood money
How the fuck you broke making jokes Nîgga what's funny
Better get on yo grind and get to stacking like it's Tetris
Nigga gone be mad as fuck he see her on the next dick
Nigga said bro name I guess that he must have a death wish
That boy broke asf that ain't a chain that's necklace
Ha
Yeah
All in sacks fif fifth time this week
Young angel Nîgga in a hellstar tee
Worry bout you and hate less on me
Yah girl fucked the gang MTS on three
Don't trip about no bitch they replaceable it's okay
He done lost his mind said he going out like O.J
Fuck about the rules man I do this shit my own way
I was down bad messed up I done came a long way
I'm to swaggy yah bitch to trashy
Rubberband bandit Nîgga fuck hamlet
Ion like Shakespeare he ain't better than young fifty
Trip dub Russ game three 20s I'm off sixty
That bitch so fine I thought the devil wore Prada
She said ima hoe must be referring to her mama
Roll a backwoods drac wit me for the drama
I wasn't even there what you talking bout yah honor
This bitch think that she fly nigga fuck Rick
I know that I say I'm not the problem but I'm toxic
You know Shyy MVP ballin ima Top pick
Bro like Ray Lewis when he shootin niggas got hit
He so trash should change his fucckin name like the bobcats
I'm so so lit all my shit slapping like a high hat
Fuck my steppops I'm still mad he ain't die yet
Keep a smile so niggas never where yah mind at
Lotta Nîgga dying praying me and gang straight
We just tryna make it for that day I can't wait
Shit ain't strong enough fuck it ima drop eight
Girl you not my bitch we ain't goin on no date
I'm in grind mode Dues AR said you got it
Had to take control no more fucking auto pilot
Fuck what niggas say deep down we really know who solid
How you acting bougie like yah pussy don't got mileage
Paper blue hundreds all I think I about
I just want the money fuck the fame yah could keep the clout
Getting paper cuts counting cash now it's blood money
How the fuck you broke making jokes Nîgga what's funny
Better get on yo grind and get to stacking like it's Tetris
Nigga gone be mad asf he see her on the next dick
Nigga said bro name I guess that he must have a death wish
That boy broke asf that ain't a chain that's necklace
Ha
Yeah
I just want the money fuck the fame yah could keep the clout
Getting paper cuts counting cash now it's blood money
How the fuck you broke making jokes Nîgga what's funny
Better get on yo grind and get to stacking like it's Tetris
Nigga gone be mad as fuck he see her on the next dick
Nigga said bro name I guess that he must have a death wish
That boy broke asf that ain't a chain that's necklace
Ha
Yeah
All in sacks fif fifth time this week
Young angel Nîgga in a hellstar tee
Worry bout you and hate less on me
Yah girl fucked the gang MTS on three
Don't trip about no bitch they replaceable it's okay
He done lost his mind said he going out like O.J
Fuck about the rules man I do this shit my own way
I was down bad messed up I done came a long way
I'm to swaggy yah bitch to trashy
Rubberband bandit Nîgga fuck hamlet
Ion like Shakespeare he ain't better than young fifty
Trip dub Russ game three 20s I'm off sixty
That bitch so fine I thought the devil wore Prada
She said ima hoe must be referring to her mama
Roll a backwoods drac wit me for the drama
I wasn't even there what you talking bout yah honor
This bitch think that she fly nigga fuck Rick
I know that I say I'm not the problem but I'm toxic
You know Shyy MVP ballin ima Top pick
Bro like Ray Lewis when he shootin niggas got hit
He so trash should change his fucckin name like the bobcats
I'm so so lit all my shit slapping like a high hat
Fuck my steppops I'm still mad he ain't die yet
Keep a smile so niggas never where yah mind at
Lotta Nîgga dying praying me and gang straight
We just tryna make it for that day I can't wait
Shit ain't strong enough fuck it ima drop eight
Girl you not my bitch we ain't goin on no date
I'm in grind mode Dues AR said you got it
Had to take control no more fucking auto pilot
Fuck what niggas say deep down we really know who solid
How you acting bougie like yah pussy don't got mileage
Paper blue hundreds all I think I about
I just want the money fuck the fame yah could keep the clout
Getting paper cuts counting cash now it's blood money
How the fuck you broke making jokes Nîgga what's funny
Better get on yo grind and get to stacking like it's Tetris
Nigga gone be mad asf he see her on the next dick
Nigga said bro name I guess that he must have a death wish
That boy broke asf that ain't a chain that's necklace
Ha
Yeah
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