Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make Up Yo Mind, artist - Money Man. Date of issue: 26.10.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make Up Yo Mind |
| Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower |
| You wastin' my time cause you been here an hour |
| Better get on your grind and go get you some power |
| Got bales in the kitchen no cap |
| the counter |
| And that motorbreath tart when your burnin' it sour |
| My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance |
| I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin' no houses |
| Drop that bag to my twins and they payin' me monthly |
| If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies |
| If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky |
| Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy |
| YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky |
| They do it for free, they gon' turn down the money |
| Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest |
| Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage |
| We took your bands nigga you better charge it |
| Dumping these bags at luxury apartments |
| We 15 deep in this crib but it’s 300 |
| One |
| walk inside niggas clutchin' they cutters |
| Run up in this bitch and get hit with this button |
| Got plants all around we gon' care 'em and cut 'em |
| He havin 'bud, but it smellin' like nothin' |
| Sell thirty a day, yeah we got this bitch jumpin' |
| Real estate I’m havin' houses to sprout in |
| from Tulsa I drove through I-10 |
| He want them prices, tryin' to get logged in |
| Filter a fan, so we keepin' the smell in |
| Shoot that bitch just like I’m Bradley Bill |
| Made it of reefer ain’t have a deal |
| Use to serve diesel, I ain’t talkin' no neil |
| My lil' vibe crazy with sex appeal |
| Trap on canola I’m turnin' them over |
| This blick get bipolar this bitch get to spitting |
| Tryna be peaceful, but niggas provokin' |
| So If I reach for it, it’s gon be a killin' |
| Tryna show love but you can’t cause they might think you weak |
| So my prices is higher than heaven |
| Dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurtin' I pulled up and gave |
| him a blessing |
| Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower |
| You wastin' my time cause you been here an hour |
| Better get on your grind and go get you some power |
| Got bales in the kitchen no cap |
| the counter |
| And that motorbreath tart when your burnin' it sour |
| My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance |
| I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin' no houses |
| Drop that bag to my twins and they payin' me monthly |
| If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies |
| If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky |
| Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy |
| YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky |
| They do it for free, they gon' turn down the money |
| Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest |
| Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage |