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lirik lagu t i - mind on money

(hook x2)
money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
here to —- my grind, —-a, you dyin’ in that stat
no joke —-as, i’m self made, i’m a dope dealer
in the drug game the doppest —-a
we play for keefs, we lay in sheets
these b-tches don’t want no broke —-a

(verse)
antecinin’ it be endecin’ it every time
that’s why i got hard on every rhyme
hard, —-a, that’s why i thank god for every line
no more invest, you demolish things while i’m barely tryin’ (?)
hard —-, b-tches all on my d-ck, they hangin’ on my calvin klein
i’m an outkast and i got 3000 big boys with me, —-a
sit down and get war with me, i’m droppin’ bombs out local baghdad
and a b-tch bound to get more from me
she bread murphy gettin’ horse from me(?)
b-tches smoked weed with a gat man but neva got high
took 10/000 feet in the sky, in an aircraft
trappin’ money, they come outta trap bad
i’m a dope boy, i sell cocaine you neva had dealt
i’m a whole brick and you a drop band
i’m a scientist and you a lab rat
now show me where the craft at (money, —-a)
i need real cheese, i’m a fresh prince, you gotta feel me
i keep a smith & wesson i will squeeze
but i got reggie miller shooters i ain’t gotta take the shot
shamal kensley, i’m sharp percentage when i move the white
even said to reggie to make mills week, —-a

(verse 2: troy ave)
troy ave —-a, in my blue bag, —-a
35 for the kilos, get mine at the? —-a
pump my chips every flipper, fish scale, mr. flipper
wait a minute, floodina, i’m in the kitchen with ripper
stuttering, goin’ dummy, no other doors but the money
get it sweeter than honey, you know how t roll ya dummy
mobbin’ deep cuz you nervous, it just be me during murders
captain loaf from survullance, i mean surveillance, we service
cash business, you know, family, religion ain’t dope
ain’t got my momma in snow, they made me the man and you know
i talk that —- when i flow, and it be facts
only —-as from my blackboard, to big body bags of crack
don’t play me for no sucka, —-a, you can’t afford that raffa (i know)
i made up from the dirt, made 6 figures, now i want 7
millions, still keep me a million
i go stupider and get silly on em
real —-a 4 real yellin’ free rum pete on a pimp home

(verse 3)
i’m a jello thief turn dirt to sticks
say any —-, b-tch please!
came from the bottom, you make it out
make a bad 6-16
cut the tongues out of my —- —-as
just thankin’ this —- sweet
and i play ya dues, mr. my city
i dare young forget me
on dough i’mma flip out
let’s go scremmin’ like 12 comin’
before we go pow in the wood pow
ye —-a really ain’t know nothin’
they frontin’… with no fish to ride
i reel cash in, got the money, see?
i got good aim, i go to baghdad, every —-a tryna front with me

(verse 4)
i do a —- —-a, catch a —-a empty out a clip like it ain’t all that
let em bom bom with em m-th—–a let em cope right now
whachya thinkin’? it ain’t gonna bite!
gettin’ high with a brand new b-tch in a brand new car
gettin’ the same ol’ brain
i’mma zone where a-town thank yeah —-a
this here —-a ain’t no game
hey, i’mma trap till the finish
remember me? i was standin’ on the corner, i was ‘posed to be in school
know crack that we dealin’
handle my business, get the money n’ the stacks to the ceilin’
p-ssy —-a, i would rather be the villain
in the bentley with a couple hunnid mill, ride around with me
spend to get a —- —-a bare
in here m-th—–in’ heard
—-a i ain’t worried

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