Money On My Mind - Lil Wayne

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Money On My Mind Lyrics:

verse 1:
stepping out the motherf**kin car they in awe
im looking like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
holla at ya motherf**kin boy J.R.
birdman my pa bitch boy bread born rich
dear mr toilet im the shit
got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick
i know but trip in that 40 make a chip
out of potato head wimp then like ranch i dip
and the hustle was all muscle just strength
when comes to that weight i dont struggle i just lift (1, 2)
i got my hand on the game yeah i make a grip
100 grand in my fist same on my wrist
get key money from a quarter blaim it on my wrist
i whip coke like hoes nigga im pimp
lil nigga bout to rape the market
if we talking bout money baby now we talking

Chorus:
money on my mind money on my mind money
on my mind money on my mind money on my mind so money is all think of

verse 2:
(yeah) Nigga get it in the slump if u know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snowplow
What cha know bout that baby it's showtime
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds to cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch getting sloppy wit the pots
Hopping off the boat meeting papi at the docks
They tell me im gaining weight i tellin em im getting paid (yeah)
Money over bitches im yelling it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after wat pays
These gabbana sunshades block the sunrays
I drop a car note at the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if its in the worst way
That cake like it's it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than a person

chorus

verse 3:
Twisting up a blunt thinking 'bout my next dollar
I'm digging in the game trying to get some money out her
I'm so vain it's a problem
There ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just being modest
Got me a goddess show her how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
Well round the city let the tints hide me
That's a cold muthafuka who eva inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind and don't walk to you
I make u run like horses do
Giddey up baby if he got then hit him up baby
I know its crazy but I can't enough baby
I Love It, I f**king love it
I'm a self-made millionaire
F**k the public
Ridin' to myself 'cause I don't f**k wit nuttin
Pistol on my lap on my way to the money

chorus

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