Troy Ave - Mind On Money lyrics

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Troy Ave - Mind On Money lyrics

(Hook x2) Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap Here to f** my grind, n***a, you dyin' in that stat No joke n***as, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer In the drug game the doppest n***a We play for keefs, we lay in sheets These b**hes don't want no broke n***a (Verse) Antecinin' it be endecin' it every time That's why I got hard on every rhyme Hard, n***a, that's why I thank God for every line No more invest, you demolish things while I'm barely tryin' (?) Hard sh**, b**hes all on my dick, they hangin' on my Calvin Klein I'm an outkast and I got 3000 big boys with me, n***a Sit down and get war with me, I'm droppin' bombs out local Baghdad And a b**h bound to get more from me She Bread Murphy gettin' horse from me(?) b**hes 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 c**aine 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, n***a) 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 Jamaal Tinsley, I'm sharp percentage when I move the white Even said to Reggie to make mills week, n***a (Hook x2) Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap Here to f** my grind, n***a, you dyin' in that stat No joke n***as, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer In the drug game the doppest n***a We play for keefs, we lay in sheets These b**hes don't want no broke n***a (Verse 2: Troy Ave) Troy Ave n***a, in my blue bag, n***a 35 for the kilos, get mine at the ? n***a 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 sh** when I flow, and it be facts Only n***as from my blackboard, to big body bags of crack Don't play me for no s**a, n***a, 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 n***a 4 real yellin' free Rum Pete on a pimp home (Hook x2) Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap Here to f** my grind, n***a, you dyin' in that stat No joke n***as, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer In the drug game the doppest n***a We play for keefs, we lay in sheets These b**hes don't want no broke n***a (Verse 3) I'm a jello thief turn dirt to sticks Say any sh**, b**h please! Came from the bottom, you make it out Make a bad 6-16 Cut the tongues out of my f** n***as Just thankin' this sh** 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 n***a 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 n***a tryna front with me (Verse 4) I do a f** n***a, catch a n***a empty out a clip like it ain't all that Let em bom bom with em muthaf**a let em cope right now Whachya thinkin'? It ain't gonna bite?! Gettin' high with a brand new b**h in a brand new car Gettin' the same ol' brain I'mma zone where A-Town thank yeah n***a This here n***a 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' p**y n***a, I would rather be the villain In the Bentley with a couple hunnid mill, ride around with me Spend to get a f** n***a bare In here muthaf**in' heard n***a I ain't worried (Hook x2) Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap Here to f** my grind, n***a, you dyin' in that stat No joke n***as, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer In the drug game the doppest n***a We play for keefs, we lay in sheets These b**hes don't want no broke n***a *** Thanks for correction these lyrics