Lyrics:
next to my kicks
Pistol on my night stand pistol next to my bitch
I seen bullets on the couch I seen bullets by the tv
Woke up feelin like niggas can't
This for my man yo, word up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."
I don't mean this in
of me, she know about my Infamous life
Shootouts in New York with various types
Fast money, faster guns, we party e'ry night
Cause we perform, e'ry day
head blazing
Got me thinking like Jamaicans
I just talk my shit my mouth a toilet
Flood my neck that Georgia water
Get that money
Get that money
Get that
hear this worship by the speaker, got the gange in the equipment, little money bags we gettin, hit the Tone VISIT my seed & link with Bro fore I hit
it baby
My homie I know you been nicklin' and dimin'
Can't get enough hours at yo job to get your time in
I know them streets lokin' good
And that
Soon as i hit em with the fire
Got my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
(Chorus)
Roll up
Its sunny outside
Drop the top on the whip
Got my
dangerous, I come real wit this
And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping
By any means necessary, you can't get buried
I may come wit a smile
I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far
With a satisfied mind
Money can't buy back
Your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely
Money drip from the chain
Yo bitch giving me brain
Mind going insane
All in to the flames
Boy all you do is hate
All you dudes is fake
Just stay in
on some crissy on a Saturday night
Mind on my money and my money on my mind and I got
Freaks at the teley ready to, do a nigga all day all night
Drinkin
I ain't gone lie my eyes Getting Heavy bro
My mind getting heavy Bro
Snake me behind my back
I a never know
Been peeped that shit but
I ain't tell
today
The other damn level today
The other damn level today
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin
neck
I bend her over like give me that
Way to cocky already know how I'm rocking
I ain't with that gossip
I send a few of my partners come set yo ass up
Well I woke up in the morning one terrible day?All of my dreams had dried up and blown away?No more easy money the wrong kind of fame?And too many
The President/Wishy washy
About the money like Ted Debiase
One man band don't need a Posse
Independant like Paparazzi
My flow got torque like maserati
Hoes gonna twerk
I heard you had a mind to sue
Why I don't know, I guess your lawyer will tell us so
You can have my bongos and that little plastic thing I put
My
a casket
Me and yo hoe in Calabasas
And she wanna pay my taxes
Bands on my mind nd my heart up in safe
I ain't trippin on a hoe unless my momma in a Wraith
granny couch
It was time to get it, started punching clocks
Beat a nigga ass if he take my spot
Don't need a glock, had my mind cocked
Chit-Chit-Bang, yo
but you don't bring no money back
She brung yo packs Inside the car lil bitch come get yo work back
You put yo face inside my mentions we gone tshirt
nigga don't see me
I swear you be on one just bad mind and envy
Theres nothing to say yo just move out my way G
Still
Man have been bad from sperm
Man
doing it by myself
I Did this by myself, I'm gon' keep doing it by myself
(Yeah)
Can't make my mind
Riding round' with a brat, (ski)
She want me and my
The money good that's why I keep going back
Jimmy With The Smoke
My Mind, My Mind
Swear you cross that shit all the time
My Mind, My Mind
Said you don't love
solo
We gon’ get this money that’s for sure though
Gang right by my side never riding solo
Shawty believe in the universe so she pick kniggas by
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