Оригинален текст
Yeah
Chorus 2X with variations
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of
Steppin out the motherfkin car they in awe
I'm lookin like a star b*tch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfkin boy J.R.
Birdman my pa b*tch ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the s**t
Got these other haters p*ssed cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigg* I'm a pimp
Lil nigg* bout to r*pe the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin
Chorus
Hook: during chorus
fk girls 3X
Get money 3X
Get money fk girls
fk girls get money
fk girls get money
Yeah
nigg* get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know bout that baby its showtime
Coke transactions on the phone we call it bj
Too fast for the feds too c*cky for the cops
Had to ditch my old b*tch gettin sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid
Money over girls I'm yellin it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if its in the worst way
That cake like it's it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person
nigg*
Chorus + Hook during chorus
Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
I'm so vain its a problem
THERE ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest
Got me a goddess SHO' 'ER HOW to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muhfker whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby
I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby
I love it I fkin love it
I'm a self made millionaire fk the public
Ridin to myself cause I don't fk with nothin
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
Chorus + Hook during chorus
