Jay-A
Jay-A - Money On My Mind lyrics
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Hook You know I've been here before Kick in the door waving my fo' fo' I've got money on my mind Money, money on my mind You know what I am here for Don't act like you don't know sir I've got money on my mind Money, money on my mind Verse 1 Money on my mind so I stay on my grind Money on my mind so I put together rhymes Money on my mind so I move them dimes And I crossed that line that Blair witch sign. Money on my mind so did that crime Made my demo signed on the doted line Money on my mind my fav color is green In love with dead prez big up to Jay-z If money is power I'm the man of the hour Of the days, of the weeks, of the month I'ont smoke blunt Keep a cool head so I always stay ahead And never use lead use my head like pre-med Never pre meditate never hesitate When it comes to beef man I just regulate When it comes to gat play I just delegate And lift my gloves man like heavyweights Verse 2 Money on my mind all the time it's crazy Money so long man long like my arm sleeves I want to take vacation with the palm trees So I cooperate hustle and stack mad cheese Frank locus mentality But I'ont sit ring side I sit way up in the nose bleed And I'ont likes fur Nice black suit white shirt black tie is what I prefer I ask the lord for forgiveness I'm a sinner Did a lot of wrong things just to be a winner If you judge me then you trying to him I'm in the church on my knees signing hymns I'm to N.Y what wheeze is to N.O I'm on the cellular phone talking to my p.o Go to hop state yea I go to go So let me go Cause I go to go Verse 3 To be a king pin you need a strong team And I'm true to my religion man check the jeans And I stay real fresh I'm veggie green And I stay in white T. like Mr. clean Y'all dudes in the crib playing around boy And I'm getting cake like the Pillsbury Dow boy More bread, more cheese, more lettuce Stack 'em please I had to go do what I go to do Like life in these streets moving through these avenues I'm serving the game like Federer It's a ace man, that a metaphor Stays on my grind get money my line Living in the fast lane it's nothing but red lines And I'm gone in sixty Turn a new leaf now I'm getting money like fifty