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Ramon Ibanga, Jr. (born August 28, 1980), known professionally as Illmind (often stylized as !llmind), is an American record producer, songwriter, and educator. As of 2012, he lives in Brooklyn, New York.Illmind has co-written and produced hip hop, trap, pop, soul, and electronic music for labels such as Cash Money, Def Jam, and Aftermath, and has worked with artists such as Nicki Minaj, Andy Mineo, Kanye West, Drake, J. Cole, Dr. Dre, Ludacris, 50 Cent, Ariana Grande, and others. His accomplishments in 2016 include production on the new Hamilton Mixtape and Disney's Moana, both created by Lin-Manuel Miranda. Illmind has released several studio albums and had a number of songs and albums reach the music charts.His most recent album, Human, is a collaboration … more »

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Yeah, what is that?
Yeah (huh?)

Look at my bag, what's in that?
All fifties, hunnids
Capitol Hill, Capital One
We gon' capital run it
Only sixty-nine my hoes, I can't keep it a hunnid
Fifty funky dollars?
Bitch, you coulda kept it a hunnid (bitch)
My bitch up a hunnid and she started as a runner
Before the trap we was fuckin', started as a plumber (woah)
Two hunnid by the winter if you started in the summer
Both my parents trap and it started with my mother

When you gettin' loaf
Hoes see your meat and wanna smother
Bitch in there with Jigga Juice
Yeah, that's my brother
Left Valentine's Day
Get his daddy a new Porsche
Just for his pops to say he ain't want the sport
Team over money, money over sport
All the cool kids in high school is now dorks (weird)
Come full circle and karma stab you like a sport
Cookin' in a lab just to get my bake on like pork
My mama want a Hermes, my brother want a homi'
And listen when I talk like the honorable Muhammad
In the durag catching half for my biker bitch, Ducati
Bitch, you know my body (yeah)
I'm not anybody (me)

Look at my bag, what's in that?
All fifties, hunnids
Capitol Hill, Capital One
We gon' capital run it
Only sixty-nine my hoes, I can't keep it a hunnid
Fifty funky dollars?
Bitch, you coulda kept it a hunnid (bitch)
My bitch up a hunnid and she started as a runner
Before the trap we was fuckin', started as a plumber 
Two hunnid by the winter if you started in the summer
Both my parents trap and it started with my mother

I just fucked a bag at Saks, had a orgy with my commas
Twisted 'round that long tree, but this ain't the Bahamas
Got a lot of sense, but a nigga name ain't Common
Had some niggas switch on me, I'm doin' me regardless
Only niggas I f*ck with is blue like the Watchmen
Whole body covered in water, but I ain't washing
Ran out the store without buyin' this Givenchy
Now I'm spendin' money on powder, but it ain't no laundry
Mama in jail, daddy in jail, I'm an orphan
They want me in school, I wanna scam, I wanna score shit
Oakland nigga, I'ma do the race, Ricky Bobby
Boy, I need the sloppy, I'm not anybody, so-

Look at my bag, what's in that?
All fifties, hunnids
Capitol Hill, Capital One
We gon' capital run it
Only sixty-nine my hoes, I can't keep it a hunnid
Fifty funky dollars?
Bitch, you coulda kept it a hunnid (bitch)
My bitch up a hunnid and she started as a runner
Before the trap we was fuckin', started as a plumber 
Two hunnid by the winter if you started in the summer
Both my parents trap and it started with my mother

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