Luyện nghe bài hát Mind On Money

(Hook x2)
Money on my mind, on my waist be that
Here to my grind, ****a, you dyin' in that stat
No joke ****as, I'm made, I'm a dope dealer
In the game the doppest ****a
We for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't no broke ****a

(Verse)
Antecinin' it be it every time
That's why I got hard on rhyme
Hard, ****a, that's why I thank God for line
No more invest, you demolish things while I'm tryin' (?)
Hard ****, bitches all on my dick, they hangin' on my Calvin
I'm an outkast and I got big boys with me, ****a
Sit down and get war with me, I'm droppin' out local Baghdad
And a bitch bound to get more me
She Bread Murphy horse from me(?)
Bitches smoked weed with a gat man but neva got
Took feet in the sky, in an aircraft
Trappin' money, come outta trap bad
I'm a dope boy, I sell you neva had dealt
I'm a brick and you a drop band
I'm a and you a lab rat
Now show me where the at (money, ****a)
I need real cheese, I'm a fresh prince, you gotta me
I keep a Smith & Wesson I squeeze
But I got Reggie Miller I ain't gotta take the shot
Shamal Kensley, I'm sharp percentage when I move the
Even said to Reggie to make mills week,

(Hook x2)
Money on my mind, on my waist be strap
to **** my grind, ****a, you dyin' in that stat
No joke ****as, I'm self made, I'm a dealer
In the drug game the doppest
We for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches want no broke ****a

(Verse 2: Ave)
Ave ****a, in my blue bag, ****a
35 for the kilos, get mine at the?
Pump my every flipper, fish scale, Mr. Flipper
Wait a minute, Floodina, I'm in the kitchen with
Stuttering, goin' dummy, no other but the money
Get it sweeter honey, you know how T roll ya dummy
Mobbin' deep cuz you nervous, it just be me murders
Captain Loaf survullance, I mean surveillance, we service
business, you know, family, religion ain't dope
Ain't got my momma in snow, made me the man and you know
I that **** when I flow, and it be facts
****as from my blackboard, to big body bags of crack
Don't play me for no sucka, ****a, you can't that raffa (I know)
I made up the dirt, made 6 figures, now I want 7
Millions, still me a million
I go stupider and get on em
Real ****a 4 yellin' free Rum Pete on a pimp home

(Hook x2)
on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Here to **** my grind, ****a, you dyin' in that
No ****as, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer
In the drug game the ****a
We for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't no broke ****a

(Verse 3)
I'm a jello thief dirt to sticks
Say any ****, please!
from the bottom, you make it out
Make a bad
Cut the out of my **** ****as
Just thankin' this sweet
And I play ya dues, mr. My
I dare forget me
On I'mma flip out
Let's go like 12 comin'
Before we go pow in the pow
Ye ****a really know nothin'
They frontin'... no fish to ride
I reel in, got the money, see?
I got good aim, I go to Baghdad, every tryna front with me

(Verse 4)
I do a **** ****a, catch a ****a empty out a clip like it all that
Let em bom bom with em mutha****a let em cope now
Whachya It ain't gonna bite!
Gettin' with a brand new bitch in a brand new car
Gettin' the same ol'
I'mma where A-Town thank yeah ****a
here ****a ain't no game
Hey, trap till the finish
Remember me? I was standin' on the corner, I was to be in school
Know that we dealin'
Handle my business, get the money n' the stacks to the
****a, I would rather be the villain
In the Bentley with a couple hunnid mill, ride around me
Spend to get a **** ****a
In mutha****in' heard
****a I ain't

(Hook x2)
on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Here to **** my grind, ****a, you dyin' in stat
No joke ****as, I'm self made, I'm a dealer
In the game the doppest ****a
We for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't no broke ****a