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Chorus:
Money on the mind
Hustlin all the time,
All about the paper
Cuz da youngn on his grind,
Youngn on his grind,
Young youngn on his grind.
Some say Im next to be the greatest,
Your jealousy comes with success, you cant escape it.
The dirty little dudes will stress you when you take it!
Bless you when Im speaking,
I chew one of you guys, yeah, boy Im feasting.
Body covered with tates and good wheats,
And back to back, he spit fire umon slires,
Flames upon lames.
The same lil nigga just playing with dumb change,
You stand one lane Im tearing through da streets
Ya you niggas beef and I aint saying I wont a (no)
That well ve the day I give life to ya lil niggas
Some of them are older than me, but you all little haters.
Gowing too hard for me take a fall lil nigga,
Keep doing my thing ya you are a lil sicka (yea)
Splits and big chipas (yeaaa) young but rich niggas
You want that real shit well den fuck wit wiz nigga! And I
Chorus:
Money on the mind
Hustlin all the time,
All about the paper
Cuz da youngn on his grind,
Youngn on his grind,
Young youngn on his grind.
O.K.
Listen fan I hear you man, but Im a little hotta (hotta)
Wiz could goin and Ill be hard for you to get mafia (mafia)
Young monsta chumps could slump off ya,
Nigga wanna touch my flow fuckz wrong witem?
Bomb like osamnem I
you and me is in the compass...
Thats why I think they wanted real,
But they dont really
I do this here for really, though.
Damn chains, all I hear is from you fat guys,
I smell the discipline
. cause with the world playing,
Im that guy you cant fight,
Another in the book to match
You test the
They not only cant touch me lyrically,
You cowards cant touch me literally.
Chorus:
Believe, money on the mind
Hustlin all the time,
All about the paper
Cuz da youngn on his grind,
Youngn on his grind,
Young youngn on his grind.
