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Money On My Mind Lyrics - Artist : Hustle Gang
[Hook - Yung Booke:]
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap Bitch don't fuck with my grind, nigga you dying in that stack No joke witchya, self made I'm a dope dealer in the drug game Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps We lay in sheets, these bitches don't want no broke nigga Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap Bitch don't fuck with my grind, nigga you dying in that stack No joke witchya, self made I'm a dope dealer in the drug game Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps We lay in sheets, these bitches don't want no broke nigga [Spodee:] Intensity beats ex-tensity every time That's why I go hard on every rhyme (go hard nigga) That's why I thank god for every line I know I'm more advanced than you, demolished it when I'm barely tryin' Hard shit, bitches all on my dick, they hanging on my Calvin Klein I'm an outcast and I got 3,000, big boys with me Nigga sit down or get war with me, I'm dropping bombs all over Baghdad And a bitch bound to get more from me, if she [?] or get whores for me I used to smoke weed with a gas mask, but never got high until 10,000 feet in the sky in an aircraft Counting money that come out of a trash bag I'm a dope boy, I sold cocaine you never had that I'm a whole brick and you a gram bag, I'm a scientist and you a lab rat Now show me where the Kraft at (money nigga), I need real cheese I'm a fresh prince you gotta feel me, I keep a Smith |
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