NICKI MINAJ - Mind On My Money lyrics
rate meI got my mind on my money and I'm not goin awayyyy...
So keep on gettin yur paper...
Now you hold it's yur excellence... see I t.c oh forward slash president... east side resident oh so evident... brinx billy ride cousin black on black phantom 26's on the side of em... ninas on the side of em... goonies on the side of em... anybody can get it boy be careful on the side of them... these niggas are burial guns no fearial... money hungry honey with me if you holla she gonna carry you... flyer than a aireal vechical gerital... sittin on my feet when I'm stuntin on them people... I tell no fabels everyhting chillen... fax machines office max see me for that paper... you workin for short bread ain't my money long youngin... bxtch I'm on trappin more digits than a phone number different time zones on em kill them niggas lyrcially... left side of my closet look invaded by italy... right side paris left side flaggin paper is is my main chick me and money married... and that's all a nigga knoes bitch that's why them brand new niggas is all up on my old shxt...
That's what I did I came up out the truck... you what I'm sayin... I chuck my dueces like... that's all I do like... young money nicki minaj it's the ninja harajuku barbie and all of that... nah I'm sayin all that... me gettin money you writin disses we gettin money... yeaaaaa boiiiiii
Hit me my limozine... all in yur magazine... and when I come they betta lean like a
Ayo I speak forgien lanuages and shxt... but the lanuage is speak is that monney lanuage... hahahah flipmode bxtch... brinx I like how we do the brinx truck job on these niggas homey... time after time again I like niggas and remind niggas how I hold out on mutha fckas...
Niggas out here frontin about they bread you can't trust it niggas my money so stupid call me warren busta buss nigga... glad it ain't a toss and everything about me butters I've been counting money so long I see dollar signs and different colors... my money is smear and smutherd yur money you hear me brotha been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutta... and in case you ain't knoe there will be no repalcement and them bags of arab money I got stashed in the basement face it... when ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen ain't no money gettin made in these street without my premission I keeps it drug infested my money is well invested it's to the point my
