HomeI got my mind on my money and I’m not goin awayyyy…
So keep on gettin your paper…
[Brinx:]
Now you hold it’s your excellence
see I t.c oh forward slash president
east side resident oh so evident
brinx billy ride cousin black on black phantom 26’s on the side of em
ninas on the side of em
goonies on the side of em
anybody can get it boy be careful on the side of them
these niggas are burial guns no funeral
money hungry honey with me if you holla she gonna carry you
flyer than a aireal vehicle
sittin on my feet when I’m stuntin on them people
I tell no fabels everything chillin
fax machines office max see me for that paper
you workin for short bread ain’t my money long youngin
bitch I’m on trappin more digits than a phone number
different time zones on em k
ill them niggas lyrcially
left side of my closet look invaded by italy
right side paris left side flaggin paper is is my main chick me and money married
and that’s all a nigga know bitch that’s why them brand new niggas is all up on my old shit
[Speaking: Nicki Minaj]
That’s what I did I came up out the truck… you what I’m sayin… I chuck my dueces like…
that’s all I do like… young money nicki minaj it’s the ninja harajuku barbie and all of that…
nah I’m sayin all that… me gettin money you writin disses we gettin money… yeaaaaa boiiiiii
[Verse:]
Get me my limousine
all in your magazine
and when I come they betta lean like promethazine
them no say Nicki nice, I’m about my money mama and tell michelle I got my eye on barack obama
tryin to get that madonna you know Hannah Montanna
Can find me sittin indian style with the Dalai Lama
Konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara
I’m meditating, I’m in cahoots with a higher power…
mind on my money mind mind mind on my money yo mind on my money
(Nam Myoho Renge Kyo)… mind on money ay mind on my money babe…
how does this money taste winding on moneys face
you see the signs and the teachings
if you ain’t know well this is grindin season
now and go get your gang signs throw it up
all my niggas on them bikes throw it up
we don’t care what you say
we ain’t goin away
my niggas bring the heat
and it’s not a summer day
so find all my muthafuckin money my mind on my muthafuckin money oooooo…
[Speakin: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo I speak foreign lanuages and shit… but the language is speak is that monney language…
hahahah flipmode bitch… brinx I like how we do the brinx truck job on these niggas homey…
time after time again I like niggas and remind niggas how I hold out on muthafuckas…
[Verse:]
Niggas out here frontin about they bread you can’t trust it niggas my money so stupid call me warren buffet busta nigga
glad it ain’t a toss and everything about me butters
I’ve been counting money so long I’m seeing dollar signs in different colors
my money will smear and smother your money you hear me brotha
been about that bread like I was broke or still in the guttah
and in case you ain’t know there will be no repalcement
and them bags of arab money I got stashed in the basement face it
when ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen
ain’t no money gettin made in these street without my permission
I keeps it drug infested my money is well invested
it’s to the point my conglomerate is well respected
you need to check my method
I promise you I be the wrong nigga that’s comes to my money that you ever want to mess with
grind like missionary labor holding __________ paper
you already know my team is filled with consiglieres we major
I don’t give a fuck about yur stipulation
type of bread appropriate for every situation
you can tell by the jewlery sittin on my collar from the bread to the crib
Niggas know I’m all about the dollar
