Yung Booke - Money On My Mind lyrics

[Hook: Yung Booke?] Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap b**h don't f** with my grind, n***a you dying in that stack No joke witchya, self made I'm a dope dealer in the drug game Don't encroach n***a, we play for keeps We lay in sheets, these b**hes don't want no broke n***a Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap b**h don't f** with my grind, n***a you dying in that stack No joke witchya, self made I'm a dope dealer in the drug game Don't poach n***a, we play for keeps We lay in sheets, these b**hes don't want no broke n***a [Verse 1: Spodee?] Intensity beats ex-tensity every time That's why I go hard on every rhyme (go hard n***a) That's why I thank god for every line I know I'm more advanced than you, demolished it when I'm barely tryin' Hard sh**, b**hes all on my dick, they hanging on my Calvin Klein I'm an outcast and I got 3,000, big boys with me n***a sit down or get war with me, I'm dropping bombs all over Baghdad And a b**h bound to get more from me, if she [?] or get who*es for me I used to smoke weed with a gas mask, but never got high until 10,000 feet in the sky in an aircraft Counting money that come out of a trash bag I'm a dope boy, I sold c**aine you never had that I'm a whole brick and you a gram bag, I'm a scientist and you a lab rat Now show me where the Kraft at (money n***a), I need real cheese I'm a fresh prince you gotta feel me, I keep a Smith & Wesson and I will squeeze But I got Reggie Miller shooters, I ain't gotta take the shot [?] I'm sharp as Shannon when I move the white, even sell the Reggie to make ends meet [Hook: Yung Booke?] [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Troy Ave n***a, in my blow bag n***a 35 for the kilos, get mine at the oh yeah n***a Up my chips every flipper, fish scale, Mr. Flipper Wait a minute for dinner, I'm in the kitchen with whipper Stuttering going dummy, No other thoughts but the money Get it sweeter than honey, you know how T-Roy be done-y Mobbing deep cause you nervous, it just be me during murders Kept it low from surver-lance, I mean surveillance we circus Cash business you know, family, religion, and dough Been got my momma in snow, they made me the man that you know I talk that sh** when I flow, and it be facts Only n***a from my block bought a big body Benz off crack Don't play me for no s**a n***a, you can't afford that reverend I came up from the dirt, made 6 figures now on 7 Mill-ions, still keep me a milly on I go stupider and get silly on one Real n***a, for real yelling "free Run B" on a pill we on [Hook: Yung Booke?] [Verse 3] Them Margiela kicks turn dirt as thick, say they ain't the sh**, b**h please Came from the bottom, you won't make it out and n***a barely see 16 Cut their tongues out their mouth, f** n***as just thinking ain't sh** sweet Not paying your dues, mention my city and I dare you [?] get me On dough Imma flip out, watch 'em go scrammin like the 12 comin The 40 go pow when the whip out, but these n***as really ain't know nothin (they frontin') We know fishing rod and we're catching out the money sea? I got good aim, I'll blow the back out of every n***a tryna front on me [Verse 4: T.I.] Let me tell you how I do a f** n***a, catch em we'll empty outta clip like it ain't no thang And I'm riding around with the motherf**er in my coat right now, think it ain't gon' bang Getting high with a brand new b**h in a brand new car getting the same old brain I'm a zone 1 A-town Bankhead n***a, been serious, n***a, it ain't no game Imma trap 'till it's finished, remember me I was standing on the corner when I was supposed to be in school, crack what we dealing Handle my business get the money until it's stacked to the ceiling p**y n***a I would rather be the villain In the Bentley with a couple hundred mill, all the racks we be spending get a f** n***a buried In a motherf**ing hearse, but n***a I ain't worried [Hook: Yung Booke?]