Chris Travis - Money On My Mental lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Travis] Move these f** n***as out the way, b**h I'm coming through Drink-laced blunt grape, damn, I'm 'bout to snooze She wake me up, like good morning your highsness I'm getting top, higher than a mountain lion She do whatever I say, like I'm Simon Bet that n***a be dead on arrivement I'm a king with my feet on the horizon And I'm hard to find like a lost license Put the bottle on the dresser, b**h I need it I read Proverbs when I'm feeling greedy And right now, I feel like I ain't eatin' So I got every f**ing right to get greedy Outta Memphis, a city full of heathens sh** I'm one too, and I'm still breathing I'm never in my city, but I'm always repping Never in my mind, but always second guessing A young n***a, with a old soul b**h I stay hot, that's why I'm so cold I'm pouring up the Actavis, uh-oh And my whip beat your a** like a drum-roll [Hook: Chris Travis] Money on my mind, money on my mental Yeah your b**h fine, but your b**h simple Money on my mind, money on my mental Yeah your b**h fine, but your b**h simple Money on my mind, money on my mental That ain't your b**h, f** n***a that's a rental Money on my mind, money on my mental That ain't your b**h, f** n***a that's a rental Money on my mind, money on my mental Yeah your b**h fine, but your b**h simple Money on my mind, money on my mental That ain't your b**h, f** n***a that's a rental [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Most b**hes don't be understanding techniques That's what it takes to be a real one in the streets, follow me The B, the, the, the, U, the, the, the, D I need, give me shotgun, I smoke the sticky with no seeds Mane' you know how I be Usually taking no sh** from a b**h Usually charging and breaking a trick Been there and done that, as good as it gets When I'm in Memphis I'm f**ing with Chris Travis, he savage, he one of the homies Raider Klan bringing the phonk that ain't phony Connecting the dots, I'm all about money Your b**h so basic, she so simple, she a bummy ho I be so pretty, I'm so gangsta', and a n***a know Yo, I'm getting higher then them other s**ers 1990's money, legendary on these lame busta's I'm 'bout to cop the O two ways, sidekick Motorola just to show 'em old school real sh** Money, money, money on my mental It ain't accidental that I popped up like a pimple