Cashis - Mind on Money Lyrics
feat. kuniva, Obie Trice & Dirty Mouthx 2I got my mind on this money, mother*****er a haterAnd they worry bout no broads, I'm just tryina get paperOn the grind 24/7, smoking on them vaporLiving life of a hustler, ducking, dodges all them casesJump bad on your punk assLive fast and get with the blastAnd I get cash, get past, in the whipLooking at your ***** assHit bags and get jet lagIt's like a drag going up my set andGot an automatic clappin weaponBullshit hit em up, no questionGot 4 hoes at the west endGot more dough than expectedGot a cold flow, when I'm go blowLike it's coco, when it's raekwon the chefeHot nigga on block dealing, like it's no fear for the cops in himChop with him, bout to bring'Plot niggas, I'm watching em, green light, no stopping emI'm going hard till I'm rich as *****Or tragic, like john lennonMy auntie died where ron in emMy block just like he run niggaI rule my shit with an iron fist,I'm wild now, sit down niggaPaper chasin, got major cake, and I'm on the clock like flavor flakeCatch a fake with no need to shakeWhat's 9, he's lameCertified killa, half a million dollar nigga,My hustle say I'm a winnerMind on my money, 4 time go getterI'm going out to no nigga, killax 2I got my mind on this money, mother*****er a haterAnd they worry bout no broads, I'm just tryina get paperOn the grind 24/7, smoking on them vaporLiving life of a hustler, ducking, dodges all them cases*****es be all on me calling me, tryina get paperDon't do me no favor, I'm in the mix so they know that I'm doing it major***** I call you later, I gotta get a till I'm slumpedNot worrying about no chumpsIn the fast lane, with no speed bumpsIt's like a mars broad you on pumpsKilling your chick the Wesley pipe downI need my bread like right nowI want my digits don't care how I spend itI leave the bank with a slice mileNigga you off of that hoe shitIn love in the crib all hoe sitShe used to talk in bad to youNow you broke that ***** talking no shitDon't wife that, go and wife that breadLeave the state and hop out that bedGo get the franklins, ***** if she leavesShe see you stacking, she'll be right backNiggas are born to surviveThey threw us in ghettos, we strivedTo make it up out of a system designedTo keep us in debt till we dieThat's why I go hard, never turn upThis money one day gonn burn upSo I'm investing, buy me some landsTo grow me some fruits on my turn upWent side and went too deepMe and cashius off in these streets'they murdering these beatsx 2I got my mind on this money, mother*****er a haterAnd they worry bout no broads, I'm just tryina get paperOn the grind 24/7, smoking on them vaporLiving life of a hustler, ducking, dodges all them casesIt's a vendetta for me getting cedar while ducking and dodging beretasMy severance has no more relevance, so I be watching on future endeavorsIt's evident that I'm an elephant in the room when I'm pursuing my talentsKill em with elegance under my elementsSo why they forcing me to violenceThey wanna pop shots at the pilotBut when they pop shots, I'ma pop backBet I'ma turn that ***** on the silentSo when the sirens come, it's no eye witnessOnly eye witness you expiringLike old me, like old b, 'Got a party and few guys there, in the kitchenWorking that visualWon't leave em there, I'm a visionaireLook up nigga be millionairesMcm seeing' I'ma feed my airs, leave em lairsSeasons change, my seasons therePardon me if I lost you,That's the type of shit that a boss doMy thoughts be coming off awfulSpecial to a nigga no floss to himDon't forcify my truth, cause a riot with my crewSlugs fly, tryina take away mine, for all the shit I've been throughx 2I got my mind on this money, mother*****er a haterAnd they worry bout no broads, I'm just tryina get paperOn the grind 24/7, smoking on them vaporLiving life of a hustler, ducking, dodges all them cases.
