Mind On My Money

(album: Drankin Patnaz - 2003)

[Chorus Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

[Verse 1 Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch riding, I'll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put something on it, instead of bet it
It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
We rolling, we didn't hit it, now pay your dues

[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to getting that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on living what's given within my void
Put a end after hours scraping up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
So pick up on your pimping, get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 Sean Paul]
Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
No bumping heads, when it come to getting this paper
Im a player, running wit the, hand that was dealt
Flipping my work, riding the left, fully equipped
Aint fucking wit hoes, unless talkin 'bout bread
Ducking these streets, giving these strangers some head
Bringing it back, making sho', my pockets swole
Working the streets, now they know they my hoes

[J-Bo]
I must ain't had it, I gotta get it
Nothing to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
Shaking these haters down the line, they something wicked
You on a roll then pay yo' dues, then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar 'round this world, there's nothing better
But keep it booming like a system, thru any weather
Stacking my green, that's somethin good, I'm on a mission
Trapping hard just like I should, no penny pinching
And for the gold, we steady missing, and reminising
Buy some S, ain't even hitting, so stop yo' flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There ain't no playing wit my thang when you see my foe
Act like ya know

[Chorus x2]