Lyrics of Money on my mind

Lil Scrappy

Yeah

Money on my mind
Money on my mind (chea)
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind (chea)
Money on my mind
Money on my mind (thats right)
Money, money on my mind
So money is all i think of (thats right)
Money on my mind
Money on my mind (bitch)
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind (you know)
Money on my mind (bitch)
Money on my mind (bitch)
Money, money on my mind (ay)
So money is all i think of

Yeah, steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
Im lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin boy jr
Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
Dear mr. toilet im the shit
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 dont 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 coke like hoes nigga im a pimp
Lil nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin

Money on my mind (yeah)
Money on my mind (fuck bitches)
Money on my mind (fuck bitches)
Money, money on my mind (fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
Money on my mind (get money)
Money, money on my mind (get money)
So money is all i think of (get money)
Money on my mind (yeah)
Money on my mind (get money)
Money on my mind (fuck bitches)
Money, money on my mind
Money on my mind (fuck bitches)
Money on my mind (get money)
Money, money on my mind (fuck bitches)
So money is all i think of (get money)

Yeah
Nigga 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
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
He tell me im gainin weight i tell him im gettin paid
Money over bitches im 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 its its my birthday
New orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person
Nigga

Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
Im diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
Im so vain its a problem
There aint a stain on these pradas im just bein modest
Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she dont get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold mutherfucker whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it dont 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 cant get enough baby
I love it, i fuckin love it
Im a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin to myself cause i dont fuck with nothin
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money