Zebra Print - Money On My Mind lyrics

[Verse 1: Stevie McFly] Mind on my money, money on my mind Got plenty pairs of Vans, 'cause I be on my grind Keep an eye on me, 'cause real n***as hard to find But if you don't see me walking in the room you must be blind Got Versace on my eyes, Gucci on my balls And my shirt is Dries Van Noten, never step inside a mall So much Louboutin and Dior, you'd think I believe in Jesus And my n***as sell that hybrid, I ain't talking 'bout a Prius And my snapback saying TI$A, like her girlfriend in a threesome And my Lanvin suit is tailored, I clean up the cleanest Whip a minivan; my car ain't worth as much as my sneakers And my coat make it look like I hunted down a cheetah And I got a lot of Prada and that Ann Demeulemeester Better hide your girlfriend from me or I'll make her a believer My President is black, my credit card is black Take a look up in my closet and you'll have a heart attack, n***a [Verse 2: Yung Mzokst] Money on my mind, even Washington talking to me Hold the other line, that's just Washington talking to me No, it's not Obama Yeah, it's presidential Yeah, I got a cool whip My b**hes get a rental Little bit vegan, 100% heathen Conan on the paper, call me Paperbarian Paper what I'm buried in No Visa debit Street credit what I credit in Where I'm never using heavy lead I don't want to have to uz' it I don't want to have to make me lose it Across your forehead with this f**ing hard hole cheese Bread Hog head cheese [Verse 3: Zebra Print] Money is no issue You talking about a pistol? Well I come with the missiles My mind up on my pesos Get money on the lawn, like my name was Jesus Members Only Gang, no other is the same Got a gold pic of Jesus on my chain, but I came With more than twelve n***as in my gang Nothing in my pockets that resembles pocket change But I still f**ing stress about surpa**ing local fame They call me f**ing psycho or deranged But I am no Danny Brown But I smoke weed by the zo, on occasion by the pound Keep my feet upon the ground The sky isn't my limit, but it is my hometown And my crib is on cloud nine These Levis carry no change But my honeys, they all dimes Versace medusa head, getting stoned while I get bread My crew and me, we fine Zebra Print, upon your circle, black and white in between the lines