| money on my mind, money on my mind
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| you see, the only real money is fast money
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| and with these niggers walk around with, that’s little flash money
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| baby don’t buy it
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| i know he’s a player, but he’s not gonna spend it
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| he’s been put for much too long, so trust me
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| they thought i lay dead, i was playing pass’em
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| spot me everywhere with the 8 like king goslin
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| niggers think they sit at the top, they just pasturing
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| now they hid their head like an ostrich
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| optimist prime and they go wing
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| feeling like i transform niggers still hands on
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| whip me like a sandstorm, had the to sell it in a damn prom
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| get you higher angelo, the author of this ant thumbs
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| your punch lines are mere jabs, they see through
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| like the clip glass on that coup… pass
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| money on my mind like my pillow is a vault
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| you niggers is soft so when that pillow’s where you talk
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| can’t fight it in them dealers, actresses on mattresses
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| your real chance to loving you bachelors, i laugh at them
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| don’t you know that it’s money over bitches
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| bitches love money, i granting them 3 wishes push
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| shout out my nigger don c, aka jivon don c,
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| didn’t even know that you got an aka digit, ahaha
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| always in that fly shit, mike t, warrup? |
| bring it
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| or should i say in a national marcus paw, refresh, yeah
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| the fear of gods in these motherfuckers
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| you can act like don’t hear this shit man
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| niggers ain’t fucking with me man, no games, yeah. |