Lil Wayne – Money On My Mind Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Money On My Mind Lyrics
Money On My Mind
Lil Wayne
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    "Money On My Mind." - Lil Wayne

    Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Chopped & Screwed
    Track No: 03
    Money on my mind, money on my mind (yeah)
    Money on my mind, money-money on my mind (yeah)
    Money on my mind, money on my mind (that's right)
    Money-money on my mind
    So money is all I think of (that's right)
    Money on my mind, money on my mind (bitch)
    Money on my mind, m-m-m-money on my mind (you know)
    M-m-m-money on my mind (bitch)
    Money-money on my mind (bitch)
    Money-money on my mind
    So money is all I think of (ayy)
    Yeah
    Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car
    Layin' out, I'm lookin' like a star, bitch
    When you see me, make a wish
    Holla at your motherfuckin' ball, JR
    Bird, bird, man, my paw bitch
    Ball, bread, born rich (yeah)
    Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
    Got these other haters pissed
    Got these other haters pissed
    Got these other haters pissed
    'Cause my toilet paper (yeah)
    Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
    Got these other haters pissed
    'Cause my toilet paper thick, I know
    But trippin' at 40 make a chip out a potato head wimp
    Then like ranch I dip
    In the hustle, it's all muscle, just strength
    When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (1,2,3-)
    I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip (yeah)
    Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist
    Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (ha)
    I whip coke like hoes, yeah I'm a pimp (yeah)
    Lil **** 'bout to rape the market
    If we talkin' 'bout money baby now we talkin'
    M-m-m-money on my mind (yeah)
    Money-money on my mind (get money)
    Money-money on my mind (get bitches)
    Money-money on my mind (get bitches)
    Money-money on my mind (get money)
    Money-money on my mind (fuck bitches)
    M-m-m-money on my mind (get money)
    So money is all I think of (yeah)
    **** get it in the slump if you know how
    In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
    What you know 'bout that baby it's show time
    Coke transactions on the phone we call it blow jobs (yeah)
    Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops at-
    Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops at-
    Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops at the ditch
    My old bitch getting sloppy with the pot hop
    Hopping off the boat meeting poppy at the docks
    He tell me I'm gaining weight I tell him I'm getting-
    Money on bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave
    Developed at a young age, go after what pays
    These Cubana sun shades, block the sun rays
    But Cardinal in the mall on the first date
    I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
    That cake like it's my birthday
    New Orleans my birthplace
    You heard me, well money's more important than the person
    M-m-m-money on my mind (yeah)
    Money-money on my mind (get money)
    Money-money on my mind (get bitches)
    Money-money on my mind (get bitches)
    Money-money on my mind (get money)
    Money-money on my mind (fuck bitches)
    M-m-m-money on my mind (get money)
    So money is all I think of
    Twist, twisting up blunt thinking 'bout my next dollar
    I'm digging in the game, guess I'll get some money
    Twist, twisting up blunt thinking 'bout my next dollar
    I'm digging in the game, guess I'll get some money
    Twist, twisting up blunt thinking 'bout my next dollar
    I'm digging in the game, guess I'll get some money
    I'm so vain it's a problem, there ain't a stain on these products, I'm just being modest, got me a guy that's sure how to divide it
    She still down and she don't get none of the private will
    We around the city, let the tents hide me
    That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it
    Forever symbolising the grind that don't walk to you
    I make it run like horses do
    Giddy up baby, if he got it then hit him up baby
    I know it's crazy but I can't get enough baby
    I love it, I fucking love it
    I'm a self made millionaire, fuck the public
    Ride, riding to myself 'cause I don't fuck with nothing
    Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
    M-m-m-money on my mind (yeah)
    Money-money on my mind (get money)
    Money-money on my mind (get bitches)
    Money-money on my mind (get bitches)
    Money-money on my mind (get money)
    Money-money on my mind (fuck bitches)
    M-m-m-money on my mind (get money)
    So money is all I think of

    Writer(s): D. Carter, L. Mollings, J. Mollings, A. Harr & J. Jackson.

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