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[Chorus: Kam De La] I got money on my mind I got pain deep in my soul I ain't got no fucking time To be spendin' on these hoe-oe-oe-oe-oes Pray that I see twenty five Cause you know these streets is go-oe-oe-oe-old Still ain't got no fucking time I'm just out here chasin' do-oe-oe-oe-ough I got money on my (Yeah) I got money on my mind [Verse 1: Mir Fontane] And every night I talk to god, but he don't answer back N' when I ask him why he brought my cousin' cancer back Ain't feelin' that becasue I went to church, like I promised And when they pass that basket 'round I emptied all my pockets Stop selling these hoes dreams and started being honest Cause' fuck it, if she wan' fuck me then we gon' fuck regardless And if we got it and we want it then we run out in da' hood My nigga' Chucky gotta tommy like the rug rats in da' hood 'Member we were just young and dumb doin' hella dirt, sippin' syrup no butters worth, sinnin' doin the devils work Only jesus can Shuttlesworth Cause ballin' was the only option Gotta get this paper up Cops come, hands up Cause we know what they think of us Lebron wouldn't have made it if he never went to practice And ended up dead after tradin' shots over baskets Bastards of the new school, fire in my eye, I got dollars on my dome, I got money on my mind [Chorus: Kam De La] I got money on my mind I got pain deep in my soul I ain't got no fucking time To be spendin' on these hoe-oe-oe-oe-oes Pray that I see twenty five Cause you know these streets is go-oe-oe-oe-old Still ain't got no fucking time I'm just out here chasin' do-oe-oe-oe-ough I got money on my (Yeah) I got money on my mind [Verse 2: Mir fontane] From that city round' the water where they ride around with they' ratchets out They hit the stall, drop the rock in the water like Patrick's house My teacher told me imma' die before I make it out I said we dead already bitch watchu' talkin' 'bout, Ah Still, Lester copped a lambo with bullet proof parts So a nigga's out here tryina' kill me, I got suicide thoughts They say money don't buy happiness, in that I am sure but still I never met a nigga that's happy to be poor But fuck that, it's way more than the fame, it's more than the cheddar I'm tryina' make it to the point where I am deep as ever To the point where we can fist fight if you think 2Pac's better My metaphor's like two barettas I'll take out two Brock Lesnars, I'm that nice I'm educated but the niggas round me cry stupid So talk crazy, get sprayed like civil rights movements I'm on the rise, these niggas they' tellin' lies I'll make it in due time Just gotta make it to twenty five my nigguh' [Chorus: Kam De La] I got money on my mind I got pain deep in my soul I ain't got no fucking time To be spendin' on these hoe-oe-oe-oe-oes Pray that I see twenty five Cause you know these streets is go-oe-oe-oe-old Still ain't got no fucking time I'm just out here chasin' do-oe-oe-oe-ough I got money on my (Yeah) I got money on my mind
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