Money on my mind, money on my mind You see, the only real money is fast money And with these n***as walk around with, that's little flash money Baby don't buy it I know he's a ball player, but he's not gonna spend it He's been poor for much too long, so trust me [Pusha T:] They thought I lay dead, I was playing possom Spot me everywhere with the 8 like Kate Goslin n***as think they sit at the top, they just posturing Now they hide their head like an ostrich Optimus Prime and that gull wing Feeling like I transform, n***as still hands on Whip it like a sandstorm, had the audacity to sell it in a damn prom Get you higher Angelo, the author of this anthems Your punch lines are mere jabs, they see through Like the clear gla** on that coupe I steer past Money on my mind like my pillow is a vault You n***as is soft so on that pillow's where you talk Can't find it in them dealers, actresses on mattresses Your real chance to loving you bachelors, I laugh at them Don't you know that it's money over b**hes b**hes love money, I granting them 3 wishes, Push Shout out my n***a Don C, aka Givenchy Don C, Ya ain't even know that you got an aka did you, ahaha Always in that fly sh**, Mike Dean wattup? Brendan Or should I say international Brendan, Marcus Paul? Refresh, yeah The fear of Gods in these motherf**ers You can act like don't hear this sh** man n***as ain't f**ing with me man, no games, yeah.