Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mind on My Money , by - Flo Rida. Release date: 29.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |