Tuesday, September 23, 2014

T.I. ft. Spodee, Troy Ave & Yung Booke - Mind On Money Lyrics

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Mind On Money Lyrics by T.I. ft. Spodee, Troy Ave & Yung Booke

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(Hook x2)
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Here to fuck my grind, nigga, you dyin' in that stat
No joke niggas, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer
In the drug game the doppest nigga
We play for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga

(Verse)
Antecinin' it be endecin' it every time
That's why I got hard on every rhyme
Hard, nigga, that's why I thank God for every line
No more invest, you demolish things while I'm barely tryin' (?)
Hard shit, bitches all on my dick, they hangin' on my Calvin Klein
I'm an outkast and I got 3000 big boys with me, nigga
Sit down and get war with me, I'm droppin' bombs out local Baghdad
And a bitch bound to get more from me
She Bread Murphy gettin' horse from me(?)
Bitches smoked weed with a gat man but neva got high
Took 10/000 feet in the sky, in an aircraft
Trappin' money, they come outta trap bad
I'm a dope boy, I sell cocaine you neva had dealt
I'm a whole brick and you a drop band
I'm a scientist and you a lab rat
Now show me where the craft at (money, nigga)
I need real cheese, I'm a fresh prince, you gotta feel me
I keep a Smith & Wesson I will squeeze
But I got Reggie Miller shooters I ain't gotta take the shot
Shamal Kensley, I'm sharp percentage when I move the white
Even said to Reggie to make mills week, nigga

(Hook x2)
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Here to fuck my grind, nigga, you dyin' in that stat
No joke niggas, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer
In the drug game the doppest nigga
We play for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga

(Verse 2: Troy Ave)
Troy Ave nigga, in my blue bag, nigga
35 for the kilos, get mine at the ? nigga
Pump my chips every flipper, fish scale, Mr. Flipper
Wait a minute, Floodina, I'm in the kitchen with ripper
Stuttering, goin' dummy, no other doors but the money
Get it sweeter than honey, you know how T roll ya dummy
Mobbin' deep cuz you nervous, it just be me during murders
Captain Loaf from survullance, I mean surveillance, we service
Cash business, you know, family, religion ain't dope
Ain't got my momma in snow, they made me the man and you know
I talk that shit when I flow, and it be facts
Only niggas from my blackboard, to big body bags of crack
Don't play me for no sucka, nigga, you can't afford that raffa (I know)
I made up from the dirt, made 6 figures, now I want 7
Millions, still keep me a million
I go stupider and get silly on em
Real nigga 4 real yellin' free Rum Pete on a pimp home

(Hook x2)
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Here to fuck my grind, nigga, you dyin' in that stat
No joke niggas, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer
In the drug game the doppest nigga
We play for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga

(Verse 3)
I'm a jello thief turn dirt to sticks
Say any shit, bitch please!
Came from the bottom, you make it out
Make a bad 6-16
Cut the tongues out of my fuck niggas
Just thankin' this shit sweet
And I play ya dues, mr. My City
I dare young forget me
On dough I'mma flip out
Let's go scremmin' like 12 comin'
Before we go pow in the wood pow
Ye nigga really ain't know nothin'
They frontin'... with no fish to ride
I reel cash in, got the money, see?
I got good aim, I go to Baghdad, every nigga tryna front with me

(Verse 4)
I do a fuck nigga, catch a nigga empty out a clip like it ain't all that
Let em bom bom with em muthafucka let em cope right now
Whachya thinkin'? It ain't gonna bite?!
Gettin' high with a brand new bitch in a brand new car
Gettin' the same ol' brain
I'mma zone where A-Town thank yeah nigga
This here nigga ain't no game
Hey, I'mma trap till the finish
Remember me? I was standin' on the corner, I was 'posed to be in school
Know crack that we dealin'
Handle my business, get the money n' the stacks to the ceilin'
Pussy nigga, I would rather be the villain
In the Bentley with a couple hunnid mill, ride around with me
Spend to get a fuck nigga bare
In here muthafuckin' heard
Nigga I ain't worried

(Hook x2)
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Here to fuck my grind, nigga, you dyin' in that stat
No joke niggas, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer
In the drug game the doppest nigga
We play for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no broke nigga

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