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Correct M.O.M. (Mind On Money) Lyrics
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Rich Homie Quan
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Shootin' up so high Feel like my nose bleeds I left that little money in my old jeans And speaking of alphabets I know O.G's Offshore accounts overseas No tips so you know it's me Mind on that money Mind on that money Money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money, money on my mind Mind on that money No, money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind I got the racks on my mind Got them racks on me, the long way Hunnid's on me, they tailing me to throw me I feel like I'm on the moon when you moan baby Take this, take that like they the calls, baby Me and Quan like Jay and Ye', Watch the Throne, baby We've been in that charge like the song says Here in my car 'cause I'm alone baby She my bitch and tells me I've done it real I told the boy, I got a tip if it's dub seal You've been pussied, I see your whisker 'bout as long as a seal She looked at me, I look like the Navy Seal You crash with a cut I fuck you 'til Shooting up so high Feel like my nose bleeds I left that little money in my old jeans And speaking of alphabets I know O.G's Offshore accounts overseas No tips so you know it's me Mind on that money Mind on that money Money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money, money on my mind Mind on that money No, money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind I got the racks on my mind You know my change like I'm Willie P So it's the bank accounts My life can't hold her like a leash Clean up my clothes then bring them out 'Cause boy you don't need the keys And like the first Sunday of April I'm on Easter pink Double cup better have ice in it, homie heating ice with it I'm killing these niggas, they say homie need a license And all my hoes tryin'a fight bitches Girl better hold no other bitch Find your spot in the dark, no night vision 'Cause I'm gonna sign for you You feel me Name two niggas you know who done came up this fast Play game, bitch and who blew on that hard dropping lil' bad I get dough, nigga, don't get mad Let me bring it pronto, that's your ass No card, no 'cause you know I drop cash I'm sitting on the car, got 'em mad 'cause I'm shooting up so high Feel like my nose bleeds I left that little money in my old jeans And speaking of alphabets I know O.G's Offshore accounts overseas No tips so you know it's me Mind on that money Mind on that money Money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money, money on my mind Mind on that money No, money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind I got the racks on my mind
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