On My Mind (feat. Rah-J)

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And I got money on my mind
Trap or starve, rob or fraud, down to do it any time
Jays lined up outside the door like it's a lunch line (H Wood did it)
I asked her could she twerk it, told me she would rather whine
And I've got dollars on my mental
The money signs so clear think someone drew it with a stencil man this instrumental
My dogs the type that broke out of the kennel member slim flipped the white Honda rental
He went up state and took 3 on the chin and came home everybody act different
Man Ralph and West Up what's the issue?
Ya niggas switched over bitches
You Would have got respect out of me had you switched over money
And I just faced a pint of lean, you can see that shit in my tummy
Jumpin on niggas that ain't with the issue
And takin bitches if they lovely
It's not my fault she want to f*ck me
En garde I'm poking her tummy
She love my swag how I walk around cocky I got her saying that she love me
I bossed her up now she do what I say and now these hundreds I be thumbing
Really turned nothing into something
V8 Range when I'm coming
My VA trap it be jumping
This Draco range leave you running, yeah
Taking W's no I'm not losing, losing, losing
Ya bitch saw me one time and now j got her choosing
Fucked all her friends in my jacuzzi, cuzzi, cuzzi
Shawty give me brain like she a student
And I got money on my mind
Trap or starve, rob or fraud, down to do it any time
Jays lined up outside the door like it's a lunch line
I asked her could she twerk it, told me she would rather whine
And I've got dollars on my mental
The money signs so clear think someone drew it with a stencil man this instrumental
My dogs the type that broke out of the kennel member slim flipped the white Honda rental
He went up state and took 3 on the chin and came home everybody act different
Man Ralph and West Up what's the issue?
Ya niggas switched over bitches
You Would have got respect out of me had you switched over money
And I just faced a pint of lean, you can see that shit in my tummy
Jumpin on niggas that ain't with the issue
And takin bitches if they lovely
It's not my fault she want to f*ck me
En garde I'm poking her tummy
Baby I'm great get the f*ck out my DM
Yeah Me might just want it on God me don't need it
Fucked on the floor now we need Stanley Steamer
Twisting up fast now I feel like Willie Beamer
Last one a squirter this one is a creamer
I might just go hit a lick for my leisure
She a giver I'm a pleaser
I'm a piper she a teaser, yeah, yeah
He thought he got away with a lil easy lick but he didn't know he fucked with the mob
Yeah I call the shots nigga you get wiped off
Big dog, not the same lil Rog
Who was out the fucking wrestling, now I flip packs like I'm wrestling
I really turnt to a boss, yeah I really turnt up my guys
After I f*ck her she want to ménage
Say you can't run bitch this city too small
All my niggas carry guns serial is wiped off
It's crazy how they show me love now I'm rocking Vlone
Started in Starter track suits they used to look at me wrong
Yeah I started stacking up my benjis niggas turned to my clones
Yeah I had to bring it cross the map I had to double my funds
Supply my youngins with the straps and bitch we ready for war
Rocking Timbs two sizes big just for to kick down the door

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