JAY-A - Money On My Mind lyrics

rate me

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

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

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

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