Yeah


[Chorus 2X with variations]
Money on my mind
Money on my mind

Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
Money on my mind

Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of


Steppin out the mother$#&@in car they in awe
I'm lookin like a star (*##$ when you see me make a wish

Holla at ya mother$#&@in boy J.R.
Birdman my pa (*##$ ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the %#@!

Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip

And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip

Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip !@%!e like hoes ^!$$% I'm a pimp

Lil ^!$$% bout to rape the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin


[Chorus]

[Hook: during chorus]

$#&@ (*##$es [3X]
Get money [3X]
Get money $#&@ (*##$es

$#&@ (*##$es get money
$#&@ (*##$es get money


Yeah
^!$$% get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow

What you know bout that baby its yo time
!@&@e transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds too @@#!y for the cops

Had to ditch my old (*##$ gettin sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid

Money over (*##$es I'm yellin it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays

I drop a car note in 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 the person
^!$$%


[Chorus + Hook during chorus]


Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
I'm so vain its a problem

It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest
Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit

We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muh$#&@er whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you

I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby
I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby

I love it I $#&@in love it
I'm a self made millionaire $#&@ the public
Ridin to myself cause I don't $#&@ with nothin

Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

[Chorus + Hook during chorus]