Mind On My Money
[Chorus - Sean Paul]I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)I got my mind on my money, money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]I got my mind on my money, my money on my mindThe thing I got I sell it, to get it all the timeA nickle or a dime, a half or a poundLong as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga downIm a playa from the jump, a hustler from the startSomething in your chest, then open up your heartIm bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get itGotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let meIma run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet itIt's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm readyCan I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rulesWe rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues
[J-Bo]Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flowIm all about that paper, no credit, just straight doughAnd for all who don't know, there's money out to be madeSo get it while you can, and still it's just a phaseIn the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazedThat time waits for no one, so God, I prayTry hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployedSo instead I keep on livin' what's given within my voidPut a end after hours scrapin' up all my changeFrom quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no gameSo pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slipCuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)
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[Verse 2 - Sean Paul]Just call me, the money maker, bread takerNigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraperMay do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-aThe rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paperThat might save ya, think of no anger, no player haterNo bumpin' heads, when it come to gettin' this paperIm a player, runnin' wit the, hand that was dealtFlippin' my work, ridin' the left, fully equippedAint fuckin' wit hoes, unless talkin 'bout breadDuckin' these streets, givin' these strangers some headBringin' it back, makin' sho', my pockets swoleWorkin' the streets, now they know they my hoes
[J-Bo]I must ain't had it, I gotta get itNothin' to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip itShakin' these haters down the line, they somethin' wickedYou on a roll then pay yo' dues, then buy a ticketGather your cheddar 'round this world, there's nothin' betterBut keep it boomin' like a system, thru any weatherStackin' my green, that's somethin good, I'm on a missionTrappin' hard just like I should, no penny pinchin'And for the gold, we steady missin', and reminisin'Buy some S, ain't even hittin', so stop yo' flippinCuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta knowThere ain't no playin' wit my thang when you see my foeAct like ya know
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)I got my mind on my money, money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)I got my mind on my money, money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)