Mind On Money

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ca$his] I got my mind on this money, motherfuck a hater Ain't no worry about no broads, I'm just tryna get paper On the grind 24/7, smoking on them papers Living life of a hustler: duckin', dodgin all them cases I got my mind on this money, motherfuck a hater Ain't no worry about no broads, I'm just tryna get paper On the grind 24/7, smoking on them papers Living life of a hustler: duckin', dodgin all them- [Verse 1: Ca$his] Jump bad on your punk ass Live fast and get whiplash And I get cash, get past, in the whip looking at your bitch ass Hit bags and get jet lag It's like a drag going up my set and Got an automatic clappin' weapon Bullshit, hit 'em up, no question Got four hoes at the west end Got more dough than expected Got a cold flow, when I'm go blow Like it's coco, when it's raekwon the chefe Hot nigga on block dealing, like it's no fear for the cops in him Chop with him, bout to bring' Plot niggas I'm watching 'em, green light, no stoppin' 'em I'm going hard 'till I'm rich as fuck Or tragic, like John Lennon My auntie died where ron in 'em My block just like he run nigga I rule my shit with an iron fist I'm wildin' out, Saddam, nigga Paper chasin', got major cake and I'm on the clock like Flavor Flake Catch a fake with no need to shake What's name, he's lame Certified killa', half a million dollar nigga My hustle say I'm a winner Mind on my money, 4 time go getter I'm going out to no nigga, killa' [Chorus: Ca$his] I got my mind on this money, motherfuck a hater Ain't no worry about no broads, I'm just tryna get paper On the grind 24/7, smoking on them papers Living life of a hustler: duckin', dodgin all them cases I got my mind on this money, motherfuck a hater Ain't no worry about no broads, I'm just tryna get paper On the grind 24/7, smoking on them papers Living life of a hustler: duckin', dodgin' all them cases [Verse 2: Kuniva] Bitches be all on me calling me, tryina get paper Don't do me no favor, I'm in the mix so they know that I'm doing it major Bitch I call you later, I gotta get a till I'm slumped Not worrying about no chumps In the fast lane, with no speed bumps It's like a mars broad you on pumps Killing your chick the Wesley pipe down I need my bread like right now I want my digits don't care how I spend it I leave the bank with a slice mile Nigga you off of that hoe shit In love in the crib all hoe sit She used to talk in bad to you Now you broke that bitch talking no shit Don't wife that, go and wife that bread Leave the state and hop out that bed Go get the franklins, fuck if she leaves She see you stacking, she'll be right back Niggas are born to survive They threw us in ghettos, we strived To make it up out of a system designed To keep us in debt till we die That's why I go hard, never turn up This money one day gonn burn up So I'm investing, buy me some lands To grow me some fruits on my turn up Went side and went too deep Me and cashius off in these streets'they murdering these beats [Chorus: Ca$his] I got my mind on this money, motherfuck a hater Ain't no worry about no broads, I'm just tryna get paper On the grind 24/7, smoking on them papers Living life of a hustler: duckin', dodgin all them cases I got my mind on this money, motherfuck a hater Ain't no worry about no broads, I'm just tryna get paper On the grind 24/7, smoking on them papers Living life of a hustler: duckin', dodgin' all them cases [Verse 3: Obie Trice] It's a vendetta for me getting cedar while ducking and dodging beretas My severance has no more relevance, so I be watching on future endeavors It's evident that I'm an elephant in the room when I'm pursuing my talents Kill em with elegance under my elements So why they forcing me to violence They wanna pop shots at the pilot But when they pop shots, I'ma pop back Bet I'ma turn that bitch on the silent So when the sirens come, it's no eye witness Only eye witness you expiring Like old me, like old b, ' Got a party and few guys there, in the kitchen Working that visual Won't leave em there, I'm a visionaire Look up nigga be millionaires Mcm seeing' I'ma feed my airs, leave em lairs Seasons change, my seasons there Pardon me if I lost you That's the type of shit that a boss do My thoughts be coming off awful Special to a nigga no floss to him Don't forcify my truth, cause a riot with my crew Slugs fly, tryina take away mine, for all the shit I've been through [Chorus: Ca$his] I got my mind on this money, motherfuck a hater Ain't no worry about no broads, I'm just tryna get paper On the grind 24/7, smoking on them papers Living life of a hustler: duckin', dodgin all them cases I got my mind on this money, motherfuck a hater Ain't no worry about no broads, I'm just tryna get paper On the grind 24/7, smoking on them papers Living life of a hustler: duckin', dodgin' all them cases