k.y.n.g. tommy - money on my mind lyrics
[hook]
money on my mind, dumb b-tch stay focused
bought a new whip, just so i can post it
i ain’t tryna flex, but sh-t i’m gloatin’
drowin’ in that p-ssy but i still stay floatin’ (uh)
and i’m off that sh-t, 10 bluestrips just to cop this fit
and i ain’t bullsh-ttin’ when i say i’m rich
matter fact that’s a lie, but i do make hits
[verse 1]
and when i say hits, i don’t just mean songs
hit a lick for the dub when the teams gone
make a hit for the game, i don’t sing songs
but when i’m hitting from the back, yo’ b-tch sing along
and i call her by her nickname (yuh)
cause’ to be honest, i don’t really know her first name (not at all)
and if i’m tryin’ that b-tch gonna want my last name
and when i hit, i’m on my kobe bryant
cause’ you know, i don’t ever p-ss things
i can see right through like a gl-ss pane
you tryna’ copy off me like a cl-ssmate
testin’ my crew, they’ll leave you in a bad state
y’all p-ssy and trust me i know where cats stay
runnin’ like moss it’s a fair catch
oakland stand up cause the bay’s where it’s at
all i do is shoot 3’s you can see it on my hat
and she says i’m a dog, so i hit it from the back
[hook]
money on my mind, dumb b-tch stay focused
bought a new whip, just so i can post it
i ain’t tryna flex, but sh-t i’m gloatin’
drowin’ in that p-ssy but i still stay floatin’ (uh)
and i’m off that sh-t, 10 bluestrips just to cop this fit
and i ain’t bullsh-ttin’ when i say i’m rich
matter fact that’s a lie, but i do make hits
[verse 2]
city, on my back that’s no lie (not at all)
haters poppin’ up and i know why
they tryna make a name off that k.y
mess with me, get you hung like a closeline
2 shots to the head like gun range
and i keep switchin’ weapons like gun game
yo’ b-tch freaky so i gave her that tongue mane (ah ah)
she be textin’ me, telling me you’re so lame (ha ha)
and i laugh so hard cause that’s all i can do
when i p-ss yo car i’m screaming f-ck out to you
throwing middle fingers, to any b-tch boy hating
this a warning, be ready to duck with your crew (listen)
i ain’t with that sh-t unless it’s automatic (yuh)
two b-tches want me right now that’s problematic
times those 2 by 25, add it up then divide
count it up i got money on my mind (b-tch)
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