I got my mind on my money and I'm not goin' away
So keep on gettin' your paper

Now you hold it's your 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 aerial vehicle gerital
Sittin' on my feet when I'm stuntin' on them people
I tell no fables everything chillin'
Fax machines office max see me for that paper
You workin for short bread ain't my money long youngin'
Bitch I'm on trappin' more digits than a phone number different time zones on em kill them niggas lyrically
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 shit

That's what I did I came up out the truck
You what I'm sayin' I chuck my deuces 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
Yeah boy

Get me my limousine, all in your magazine..
And when I come they betta lean like promethazine
Them no 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 Montana
Can find me sittin' Indian style with the dolly lama
Konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara
I'm meditating and I'm in cahoots 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 know well this is grindin' season
Now and go get your 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 fuckin' money mind on my mutha fuckin' money

I speak foreign languages and shit
But the language is speak is that money language
Flipmode bitch
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 fuckas

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 smothered your money you hear me brotha been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutta
And in case you ain't know there will be no replacement 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 permission
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 know my team is filled with ? ears we made you
I don't give a fuck about your stipulation
Type of bread appropriate for every situation
You can tell by the jewelry sittin on my collar
From the bread to the crib I know all about the dollar
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Money On My Mind Lyrics

Rihanna – Money On My Mind Lyrics