Mind On My Money

(álbum: R.O.O.T.S. - 2009)

Mind on my money, money on my mind
Tryna stack paper, counting every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it
You know you gotta love it
Stretching that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Say I don't leave home without it, out it
Money gotta have, gotta have that bank
American Express all good, but I need that cash in my hand point blank
Smell it, touch it, r-r-rub it, hug it, l-l-love it
Number one subject, keep me rubbing, G-G5 on the jet to Dublin
I need that money, make people say wait
I think we cousins, no, you ain't
I don't wanna break you off, I got cash to floss
You can't gank the boss with that game, game

Bank tryna count my change, change, stretch that paper my aim
Shoot me a stack to the brain
Rock like number one, the 'Lac or the Range
Rambo cat, green beret fade, all this bread and still I want more
All this cheese, I got the light dough
All these P's, I got the beef flow
Shorty, if you wanna roll, lil' mama, let's go
My pockets is swoll, get rid of your clothes
You're bumping that ho, get none of my dollars
You already know I got my

Mind on my money, money on my mind
Tryna stack paper, counting every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it
You know you gotta love it
Stretching that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Hey, I do, do, do it for the streets, streets
Everybody in the ghetto gotta eat
Coulda bought me a Bentley GT
But I fell in love with the size of the Maybach seats
Feel like a king when I'm on South Beach
Living that dream but it's M.O.B
Get, getting that cream when I travel overseas
Feeling them beats with the face of a queen

Elizabeth, a little bit, need all my guap, I'm loving it
Show up to the hood, I'm thugging it, wife beater off in public
Got more G's than a government, from the projects but I ain't struggling
Get it popping, champagne bubbling, rent copies, wax so southern
Just bought a resort and I'm on three acres
Go to New York and rock fuschia gators
Dance aboard, six grand to the waiters
Passport, I get it like the Lakers
Off of the porch where they think about paper
Don't need to fuck when I eat minor majors
Passport say I got rent in Malaysia, all over Asia 'cause my

Mind's on my money, money on my mind
Tryna stack paper, counting every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it
You know you gotta love it
Stretching that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Where my N.Y., N.Y. people getting cash? We getting cash
We getting cash, we getting cash, getting cash, ooh, we getting cash
Where my L.A., L.A. people counting stacks? We counting stacks
Counting stacks, we counting stacks, counting
Ooh, we counting stacks

Where all my MIA people that's throwing cash? We throwing cash
We throwing cash, throwing cash, we throwing cash
Ooh, we throwing cash
All my H-town people making stacks? We making stacks
Making stacks, we making stacks, ooh, we making stacks

Mind on my money, money on my mind
Tryna stack paper, counting every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it
You know you gotta love it
Stretching that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl