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Nicki Minaj - Mind On My Money

(feat. Brinx & Busta Rhymes)

I got my mind on my money and I′m not goin awayyyy...
So keep on gettin yur paper...

[Brinx:]
Now you hold it′s yur 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 fearial... money hungry honey with me if you holla she gonna carry
you... flyer than a aireal vechical gerital... sittin on my feet when I′m stuntin on them people...
I tell no fabels everyhting chillen... fax machines office max see me for that paper... you workin
for short bread ain′t my money long youngin... bxtch I′m on trappin more digits than a phone number
different time zones on em kill 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 knoes bitch that′s why them brand new niggas is all up on my old shxt...

[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

Hit me my limozine... all in yur magazine... and when I come they betta lean like a Promethazine
they say nicki nice... I′m about my money mama... and tell michelle I got my eye on barack obama...
tryin to get that modana you kno hannah montanna... and you can find me sittin indian style with the
dolly lama... konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara... I′m medatating and I′m in conhootz with a
higher power... mind on money money on mind mind mind on my money mind[yo hoe rai que quo)... mind
on money ay mind on my money babe... how does this money taste wine in yo moneys face... you see the
signs and the teachings... well if you didn′t knoe well this is grindin season... now and go get yur
gangs signs throw it up... all my niggas on them bikes throw it up... we don′t care what you say...
we ain′t gonna win no way... my niggas bring the heat like a summer day... so mind on my mutha fckn
money mind on my mutha fckn money oooooo...

[Speakin: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo I speak forgien lanuages and shxt... but the lanuage is speak is that monney lanuage... hahahah
flipmode bxtch... 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 mutha fckas...

Niggas out here frontin about they bread you can′t trust it niggas my money so stupid call me warren
busta buss nigga... glad it ain′t a toss and everything about me butters I′ve been counting money so
long I see dollar signs and different colors... my money is smear and smutherd yur money you hear me
brotha been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutta... and in case you ain′t knoe
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 premission I keeps it drug infested my money is well invested it′s to the point my
[? ] 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 indigutary paper you
already knoe my team is filled with [? ] ears we made you... I don′t give a fck 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 I knoe all about the dollar

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:19:03

Flo Rida - 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 mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin′, I′ll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin′ on it, instead of bet it
It′s that money, don′t make no money, buddy I′m ready
Can I get it? It′s win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin′, we didn′t hit it, now pay your dues

[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin′ that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don′t know, there′s money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it′s just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you′d be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin′ what′s given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin′ up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain′t no game
So pick up on your pimpin′, get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Sean Paul]
Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
No bumpin′ heads, when it come to gettin′ this paper
Im a player, runnin′ wit the, hand that was dealt
Flippin′ my work, ridin′ the left, fully equipped
Aint fuckin′ wit hoes, unless talkin ′bout bread
Duckin′ these streets, givin′ these strangers some head
Bringin′ it back, makin′ sho′, my pockets swole
Workin′ the streets, now they know they my hoes

[J-Bo]
I must ain′t had it, I gotta get it
Nothin′ to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
Shakin′ these haters down the line, they somethin′ wicked
You on a roll then pay yo′ dues, then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar ′round this world, there′s nothin′ better
But keep it boomin′ like a system, thru any weather
Stackin′ my green, that′s somethin good, I′m on a mission
Trappin′ 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′ flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There ain′t no playin′ wit my thang when you see my foe
Act 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)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 09:51:44

YoungBloodZ - 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 mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin′, I′ll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin′ on it, instead of bet it
It′s that money, don′t make no money, buddy I′m ready
Can I get it? It′s win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin′, we didn′t hit it, now pay your dues

[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin′ that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don′t know, there′s money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it′s just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you′d be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin′ what′s given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin′ up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain′t no game
So pick up on your pimpin′, get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Sean Paul]
Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
No bumpin′ heads, when it come to gettin′ this paper
Im a player, runnin′ wit the, hand that was dealt
Flippin′ my work, ridin′ the left, fully equipped
Aint fuckin′ wit hoes, unless talkin ′bout bread
Duckin′ these streets, givin′ these strangers some head
Bringin′ it back, makin′ sho′, my pockets swole
Workin′ the streets, now they know they my hoes

[J-Bo]
I must ain′t had it, I gotta get it
Nothin′ to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
Shakin′ these haters down the line, they somethin′ wicked
You on a roll then pay yo′ dues, then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar ′round this world, there′s nothin′ better
But keep it boomin′ like a system, thru any weather
Stackin′ my green, that′s somethin good, I′m on a mission
Trappin′ 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′ flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There ain′t no playin′ wit my thang when you see my foe
Act like ya know

[Chorus - x2]

 

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 00:00:00