Jealous niggas I despise, look in my my eyes We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on on the rise We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on on the rise A military mind mind, nigga A military mind mind mean money money A criminal grind, nigga A criminal grind mean hustle Now can your mind mind

When I wake up Only money money is on on my mind mind Only hunnits is on on my mind mind Before I had money money I swear that I had no life Now I get drunk and I'm smokin' weed Poppin' pills all the time You say you wanna fuck all of my my niggas You read my my mind

All my my life I want money money and power Martin had a dream Respect my my mind or die from lead shower I pray my my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy two hours Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress Kendrick have a

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money money got my my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's

Can't help but think about the situation Tryna get to see but my my mind's racing Only got each other we can turn to Lying here, I know they'll never break you free You ain't got no money, I ain't got no time All these faces lookin' funny when I'm drivin'

And I got all the drugs in the world that you need We get high to pass time but bitch I ain't no fiend I got money money on my my mind, I be stacking my my green Shawty said she like my my style, I be dripping with ease Please don't send me naked pictures, I don't like

Money Money on my my mind I do it for the love I do it for I don't have No money money on my my mind When I go home I tend to close the door I never wanted more So sing with me

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on on in my my mind Taking over my my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my my money, I lied It took a little while

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money money on my my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my my middle, middle up

He bought two-fifths of lead free gasoline Said, the bottle is dusty, but my my engine is clean He bought a nice blue suit with the money money he could find If his bride didn't like it, St Peter wouldn't mind mind Now I lie here so out-of-breath And over-opiated