Steal your bitch, call it hijack Hijack, hijack Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked Pussy, money, weed, got all that Pussy, money, weed got all that Riding with the racks, thang on on my lap It's the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter Money Money on my my mind,

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

Money on on my mind 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

Laid back (with my my mind on on my money money and my my money on on my mind mind) Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on on gin and juice Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Heah hah hah! I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got

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

Silver threads and golden needles Cannot mend this heart of mine And I dare not drown my my sorrows In the warm glow of your mind mind You can't buy my 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

I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Give me a run for my my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my my money Sipping bubbly, feeling lovely, living lovely Just love me I wanna be with you If I made up my my mind at work, would you

Money on on my mind 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 got my my mind on on my money money nigga from Monday to Monday Thinking about my my money go to Church on on a Sunday Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna You can't talk to me about that good or bad karma Don't don't really care 'bout you Don't don't wanna hear

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on on my mind 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