I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over 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 money, I lied It took a little while

Can't help but think about the situation Tryna get to see but 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'

When I wake up Only money is on my mind Only hunnits is on my mind Before I had 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 niggas You read my mind

With a satisfied mind How many times have You heard someone say If I had his money I could do things my way But little they know That it's so hard to find One rich man in ten Once I was waitin'

(Dance, dance, dance, dance) Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind Slight two step as I check the time Rub my hands when my palms itch 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless This the sway of a rich nigga Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6

Silver threads and golden needles Cannot mend this heart of mine And I dare not drown my sorrows In the warm glow of your mind You can't buy my love with money 'Cause I ain't never was that kind I don't want your lonely mansion With a tear in every room

Tryin' to untangle my mind So far down, the devil loved me high I'm just trying to untangle my mind Well I drank a lot of whiskey in my time And I've held a lot of women that were fine And I made a little money, I blew every dime Well I've made a lot of

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

(Money on my mind) (Money money on my mind) (Money on my mind) Fuck bitches, get money (Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money, yeah (So money is all I think of) Get money, fuck bitches

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 got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's