Terrance Moore - Monetary Mentality lyrics

[Intro: Terrance Moore] I-I-I got no choice I must get this money with my voice, I... Get your hands high Get your hands high Get your hands high Get your hands What the f** you gon' do, but get yo' moms a house? What the f** you gon' do, but get yo' n***as out? What the f** you gon' do? n***a, what the f** you gon' do? [Hook] One blunt got you high talking in 2nd person Two much of this dry, you walking from wrecking your Benz Three puffs, pa** it right, stalling is not an option My high falling, got four $5's and it's going all in Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time Dreaming that I'm caking, all this money on my mind, uh [Verse 1] I got patience, but I can't f**ing take it Gotta make it, getting faded cause I hate it here Not Jersey, but this f**ing atmosphere Working just to pa** the years Yeah, I worked for them cheers, I'm just Sitting back, throw on that Yeezy track It go, bomp-ba-bomp I take the weed out the sack I just sit back, relax and just unload Throw my 16 on the track and it's cool, I suppose I'll just get my paper stacked, when the track explode So, what you think I'm in it for But to get the dough, never rent the flow Always been the show, you could ask them hoes You could ask my bros, they already know I been tryna glow Since I gave up honor rolls, for a finer roll I've been tryna go, to the top Final Four Them dudes who flop, get knocked down Get no calls, this the league But we don't play with no balls [Hook] [Verse 2] Let my wallet be a coffin for them presidents Rolling up in them Benz & sh** Got a couple entertainer friends & sh** We the new Rat Pack With the raps that let you know Need to capitalize that RETRO NUVEAUX My crew get dough, get dough Let's go Bumping music loud, switchin' lanes & sh** Won't change when I'm famous Book smart like Cambridge But I learned early, so my lane switched I've been apprentice to this rap sh** Since Hov dropped his last sh** Yeah I mean that "last sh**" That Black Album, that cla**ic That "Public Service" I spark to 'Til my thoughts move, & I'm on my way Private runways, foreign vacays And I'm on par to get it all today I'm on green, light up the course When I can buy cars from the Concours d'Elegance Know that's when I got hella funds And it's cool to spend it When you riding 'round town and you gettin' it It's something 'bout them motherf**ing pendants, that's Got us dependant, and I ain't talking 'bout me Or maybe I am... Damn [Hook II] One blunt got you high Two much of this dry Three puffs, pa** it right My high falling, got four $5's and it's going all in Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time Dreaming that I'm caking, all this money on my mind, uh [Bridge] Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the f**ing time No time for f**ing games, 'bout to lose my mind sh** never f**ing change, never give it up sh** never f**ing change, but I never give it up Platinum or gold, 'bout to get them albums sold And I keep one rolled, just so my mind don't go Platinum or gold, gotta get them albums sold Platinum or gold, go [Hook]