Lyrics
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Trying to stack paper, counting every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it, oh-oh-oh
You know you gotta love it, oh-oh-oh
Stretching that paper long, shawty she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl
See don't leave home without it (out it)
Money gotta have, gotta have that bank
American Express, all good-ood-ood
But I need that cash in my hand point blank
Smell, it touch it, ru-ru-rub it, hug it, lo-lo-love it
Number one subject, keep me rubbing
G-G5 on the jet to Dublin, I need that money
Man people say wait, I think we cousins
No you ain't
I don't wanna break you off, I got cash to floss
You can't gank the boss with that game (game)
Bank tryna count my change (change)
Stretch that paper with my aim
Shoot me a stack to the brain
Rock like number one, lac to the range
Rambo cat, great with everything
All this bread and still I want more
All this cheese, I got the light dough
All these P's, I got the beef flow
Shawty if you wanna roll, lil' mama let's go
My pockets is swoll, get rid of your clothes
You're bumpin' that Hov, my mind on my dollars
You already know, I got my
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Trying to stack paper, counting every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it, oh-oh-oh
You know you gotta love it, oh-oh-oh
Stretching that paper long, shawty she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl
Hey, do-do-do it for the streets, streets
Everybody in the ghetto gotta eat
Could've bought me a Bentley G.T.
But I fell in love with the size of the Maybach seats
Feel like a king when I'm on South Beach
Living that dream of this M.O.B.
Get-getting that cream while I travel overseas
Feeling them beats with the face of a queen
Elizabeth, a little bit
Need all my gwap, I'm loving it
Short to the hood, I'm thugging it
Wife beater off in public
Got more G's than a government
From the projects but I ain't struggling
Get it popping, champagne bubblin'
Rent copies, went so Southern
Just bought a resort and I'm on three acres
Go to New York and rock fuscia gators
Dance aboard, six grand to the waiters
Passport, I get it like the Lakers
Off of the porch where they think about paper
Don't need to fuck when I eat with the major
Passport says I get rent in Malaysia
All over Asia, 'cause my
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Trying to stack paper, counting every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it, oh-oh-oh
You know you gotta love it, oh-oh-oh
Stretching that paper long, shawty she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl
Where all my NY, NY people getting cash
We getting cash, getting cash, we getting cash
Getting cash, we getting cash
Where all my LA, LA people counting stacks
We counting stacks, counting stacks, we counting stacks
Counting stacks, we counting stacks
Where all my MIA people that's throwing cash
We throwing cash, throwing cash, we throwing cash
Throwing cash, we throwing cash
Where all my H-town people making stacks
We making stacks, making stacks, we making stacks
Making stacks, we making stacks
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Trying to stack paper, counting every little dime
Down to the penny, holla if you hear me
I do it for the streets yeah, I do it for my city
You know you gotta love it, oh-oh-oh
You know you gotta love it, oh-oh-oh
Stretching that paper long, shawty she wanna roll
Tell me where you wanna go, girl
