Lyrics Money on my mind - Rozay, Meek Millz

Money on my mind

This sh*t is highly sophisticated
I just make it look easy ni*ga
Follow me
I’m so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I’m from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another ni*ga made it
Tell all them pu*sies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated
You wanna be the hottest but that sh*t get complicated
I pull your card, I know you’re pu*sy by your conversation
Show you the safe, you’ll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I’m telling you this sh*t amazing
Got a white b*tch, she f*cking me just like she Jamaican
Sippin' purple and that muthaf*cker concentrated
This for my ni*gas in them prisons, overpopulated
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton
The game’s sweet, gave all my ni*gas an occupation (Ugh)
We so sophisticated (Ugh)
Shit so sophisticated (Woop)
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh)
I’m so sophisticated
Smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I’ma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it’s activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pu*sies, so you got my ni*gas masturbating
Round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated
Put yo d*ck in the dirt, now you decapitated
I’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli
Fifty million, hundred million, it’s accumulating
I’m the hottest and these other ni*gas cooling, ain’t it
I got a bitch I’m fucking that you see on BET
My lil' Haiti shooters will have yo a*s on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key
And if he faking, f*ck him, tell them ni*gas «C'est la vie»
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton
The game’s sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Ugh)
We so sophisticated (Ugh)
Shit so sophisticated (Woop)
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh)
Shittin' on these haters, ball hard D-Waders
Ever since I got money, e’rybody need favors
That’s why I ain’t got no homies, and I ain’t got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain’t got no paper
But I’m so rich and I got yo b*tch
All in my whip and she all on my d*ck
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
‘Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit
‘Cause I burn shit down, yea I’m in my bag
And these ni*gas so mad it’s my turn now
And I get that cash, my b*tch so bad, she know sophisticated
I’m balling hard, f*cking b*tches and ain’t got sh*t for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain’t got no M’s in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad b*tch like a bad check ‘cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain’t never had sh*t but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton
The game’s sweet, gave all my ni*gas an occupation (Ugh)
We so sophisticated (Ugh)
Sh*t so sophisticated (Woop)
Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh)