Lyrics:
I'd rather live on ma knees huh
Am am thuuug
I'd rather live on ma knees
than to be a slave on my feet
I'd rather live on ma knees
Yeah Woy3 mi na
back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go through 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
stepping on the gas while I'm serving through the traffic
Watching the sun rise, twisting up the grass
Money on my mind, got me thinking 'bout the cash
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
(oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack,
in my face, so gimme three feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggas see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Money on my mind always on my mind
Money on my mind take care of my fam
Made it out of dirt man I'm about to shine
Made it out of struggle I'm about
Uh
Gotta get this money bag
Gotta get this money, money
Gotta get this money bag
Gotta get to the money, uh
Money bag
I got this money on my mind
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
Yeah
Serwaa hehehe
3s3waa
Odo de3 33d3 oo hehehe
L!W , Hood Lyrics
When mi missing you and mi cyaan reach you
Baby girl you on my mind
I'm in
Stuck in my mind I got chains on me
Eyes real dark cause Im losing sleep
Tryin' to cope that's the way that it be
Sum 41 ya Im in too deep
In too
Yea
Young
Huh?
Fuck you talking to
Money on my mind money money on my mental
Thoughts so deep you gone have to learn to swim thru
Pussy so sweet
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
have no place to sleep
Had to take it day by day; living life week by week
All the strife and sufferation, plus you know that the pain cut deep
Now I'm
for your mind
So
Keep your excellence
Know your excellent
My flow excellent
I don't care what they say
Make yuh money anyway
Work Hustle everyday
Fuk
the meaning
I'm leaning on any player intervening with
The sound of my money machining
My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best player's that done
people are yawning but in my mind is all stress
Friends and family are calling
More than desert me botomu ay3 dry, chale meni kapr3, bro hw3 hmm my eye
rapid
Wit' a pistol by my bed
I suffer from insecurities
I ain't too prideful to say it
Mind often in dark places
So if you try me ima spray it
You ain't
Slipping so deep, I'm turning aquatic
Feeling hypnotic, my mind is melodic
The world is going blow the pressure atomic
Asking the greatest like who but
ball, you cant drip, aye, ima get this money, make a double trip, aye
Hook: ima get this money, yea by any means, tired of working 3 jobs, need
Check it out is it, money and women?
The funny beginnings tragic ending's
I can make a million and still
Not get enough of spending
And since my life is
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
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