Money On My Mind - Hustle Gang, T.I., Spodee

Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap

Bitch don’t fuck with my grind, nigga you dying in that stack

No joke witchya, self made

I’m a dope dealer in the drug game

Don’t encroach nigga, we play for keeps

We lay in sheets, these bitches don’t want no broke nigga

Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap

Bitch don’t fuck with my grind, nigga you dying in that stack

No joke witchya, self made

I’m a dope dealer in the drug game

Don’t poach nigga, we play for keeps

We lay in sheets, these bitches don’t want no broke nigga

Intensity beats ex-tensity every time

That’s why I go hard on every rhyme (go hard nigga)

That’s why I thank god for every line

I know I’m more advanced than you, demolished it when I’m barely tryin'

Hard shit, bitches all on my dick, they hanging on my Calvin Klein

I’m an outcast and I got 3,000, big boys with me

Nigga sit down or get war with me, I’m dropping bombs all over Baghdad

And a bitch bound to get more from me, if she or get whores for me

I used to smoke weed with a gas mask, but never got high until 10,

000 feet in the sky in an aircraft

Counting money that come out of a trash bag

I’m a dope boy, I sold cocaine you never had that

I’m a whole brick and you a gram bag, I’m a scientist and you a lab rat

Now show me where the Kraft at (money nigga), I need real cheese

I’m a fresh prince you gotta feel me, I keep a Smith & Wesson and I will squeeze

But I got Reggie Miller shooters, I ain’t gotta take the shot

I’m sharp as Shannon when I move the white, even sell the Reggie to make ends

meet

Troy Ave nigga, in my blow bag nigga

35 for the kilos, get mine at the oh yeah nigga

Up my chips every flipper, fish scale, Mr. Flipper

Wait a minute for dinner, I’m in the kitchen with whipper

Stuttering going dummy, No other thoughts but the money

Get it sweeter than honey, you know how T-Roy be done-y

Mobbing deep cause you nervous, it just be me during murders

Kept it low from surver-lance, I mean surveillance we circus

Cash business you know, family, religion, and dough

Been got my momma in snow, they made me the man that you know

I talk that shit when I flow, and it be facts

Only nigga from my block bought a big body Benz off crack

Don’t play me for no sucka nigga, you can’t afford that reverend

I came up from the dirt, made 6 figures now on 7

Mill-ions, still keep me a milly on

I go stupider and get silly on one

Real nigga, for real yelling «free Run B» on a pill we on

Them Margiela kicks turn dirt as thick, say they ain’t the shit, bitch please

Came from the bottom, you won’t make it out and nigga barely see 16

Cut their tongues out their mouth, fuck niggas just thinking ain’t shit sweet

Not paying your dues, mention my city and I dare you get me

On dough Imma flip out, watch 'em go scrammin like the 12 comin

The 40 go pow when the whip out, but these niggas really ain’t know nothin

(they frontin')

We know fishing rod and we’re catching out the money sea?

I got good aim, I’ll blow the back out of every nigga tryna front on me

Let me tell you how I do a fuck nigga, catch em we’ll empty outta clip like it

ain’t no thang

And I’m riding around with the motherfucker in my coat right now,

think it ain’t gon' bang

Getting high with a brand new bitch in a brand new car getting the same old

brain

I’m a zone 1 A-town Bankhead nigga, been serious, nigga, it ain’t no game

Imma trap 'till it’s finished, remember me

I was standing on the corner when I was supposed to be in school,

crack what we dealing

Handle my business get the money until it’s stacked to the ceiling

Pussy nigga I would rather be the villain

In the Bentley with a couple hundred mill, all the racks we be spending get a

fuck nigga buried

In a motherfucking hearse, but nigga I ain’t worried