Lyrics Mind on My Money - Flo Rida

Mind on My Money

Mind on my money, money on my mind
Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it
You know you gotta love it
Stretchin' that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl
Say I don’t leave home without it, out it
Money gotta have, gotta have that bank
American Express all good, but I need that cash in my hand point blank
Smell it, touch it, r-r-rub it, hug it, l-l-love it
Number one subject, keep me rubbing, G-G5 on the jet to Dublin
I need that money, make people say wait
I think we cousins, no, you ain’t
I don’t wanna break you off, I got cash to floss
You can’t gank the boss with that game, game
Bank tryna count my change, change, stretch that paper my aim
Shoot me a stack to the brain
Rock like number one, the 'Lac or the Range
Rambo cat, green beret fade, all this bread and still I want more
All this cheese, I got the light dough
All these P’s, I got the beef flow
Shorty, if you wanna roll, lil' mama, let’s go
My pockets is swoll, get rid of your clothes
You’re bumpin' that ho, get none of my dollars
You already know I got my
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it
You know you gotta love it
Stretchin' that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl
Hey, I do, do, do it for the streets, streets
Everybody in the ghetto gotta eat
Coulda bought me a Bentley GT
But I fell in love with the size of the Maybach seats
Feel like a king when I’m on South Beach
Livin' that dream but it’s M.O.B
Get, gettin' that cream when I travel overseas
Feelin' them beats with the face of a queen
Elizabeth, a little bit, need all my guap, I’m lovin' it
Show up to the hood, I’m thuggin' it, wife beater off in public
Got more G’s than a government, from the projects but I ain’t strugglin'
Get it poppin', champagne bubblin', rent copies, wax so southern
Just bought a resort and I’m on three acres
Go to New York and rock fuschia gators
Dance aboard, six grand to the waiters
Passport, I get it like the Lakers
Off of the porch where they think about paper
Don’t need to fuck when I eat minor majors
Passport say I got rent in Malaysia, all over Asia 'cause my
Mind’s on my money, money on my mind
Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it
You know you gotta love it
Stretchin' that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl
Where my N.Y., N.Y. people gettin' cash?
We gettin' cash
We gettin' cash, we gettin' cash, gettin' cash, ooh, we gettin' cash
Where my L.A., L.A. people countin' stacks?
We countin' stacks
Countin' stacks, we countin' stacks, countin'
Ooh, we countin' stacks
Where all my MIA people that’s throwin' cash?
We throwin' cash
We throwin' cash, throwin' cash, we throwin' cash
Ooh, we throwin' cash
All my H-town people makin' stacks?
We makin' stacks
Makin' stacks, we makin' stacks, ooh, we makin' stacks
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it
You know you gotta love it
Stretchin' that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl