Respect My Mind Lyrics

Yeah, T-MoneyMann

Ay, you see that nigga in the cut

Yeah, him right there

Ay, tell him, take this

Ba, ba, ba

I'm Mr. Money, introduce you to my gang

You know my motherfuckin' name

I'm with them niggas sellin' hard and givin' junkies the cocaine

I ain't beefin' bout a broad unless she Rae and that's on God

Unless she Wop unless she Chino, I pull your fuckin' card

Got my mother worried bout me, I ain't got it, I'mma rob

Strictly be on gang shit, no, I ain't rockin' with the squad

We just youngins gettin' money, bitch, we lookin' like the mob

Try to run, hop off that car, that nigga fell, ga-da-da-da

Free Big Zoe from out them bars, I'm goin' in without a bar

But I'm sayin' straight bars, them hollow tips a flip your car

Chino tell him if he scam you one more time, he gon' meet god

M if he don't do some shit for his daughter, he gon' get robbed

I mean lobbed, throw his ass up and dunk him like kawhi

Know how to rob when I catch, send his nasty ass to God

Stomp his ass out in my Yeezys, do him greasy

I can't wait until I catch you, bitch, believe me

Watch when you see me, hate, bitch

Higher than a spaceship, ape shit

Put bananas on my clips, erase shit

Take this, send some hot shit to his skull

Face this, race, bitch, like I'm Tay-K

I might do the motherfuckin' race, bitch

My niggas real shit, we could all slide without a fuckin' pill

Beyond Great, the fuckin' label, tryin' to play and you get killed

Bae What type of birk you want, I'm sendin' payments out on Zell

Stop thinkin' that I don't got it, I just keep that bitch concealed

Broke Niggas make me sick, sittin' begging for a zip

Uncle Dude lucky, I ain't hit his ass, I would've bust his lip

Pockets stackin' on hundreds, Mr. Money ain't no crip

Tell a hatin' ass nigga, suck my dick, bitch

I'm Mr. Money, introduce you to my gang

You know my motherfuckin' name

I'm with them niggas sellin' hard and givin' junkies the cocaine

I ain't beefin' bout a broad unless she Rae and that's on God

Unless she Wop unless she Chino, I'll pull your fuckin' card

Got my mother worried bout me, I ain't got it, I'ma rob

Strictly be on gang shit, no, I ain't rockin' with the squad

We just younings gettin' money, bitch, we lookin' like the mob

Try to run, hop off the car, that nigga fell ga-da-da-da