cash addict) ft. harlem blues bros (think watts & haze watts) Lyrics

For the cash I'm an addict, stretch the work just like a elastic

Call me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, grams I had to bag it

While Brody ballin' like the magic, all off swipin' plastic

Gettin' to a big bag, yeah, this shit is Jurassic

Catch us out in traffic, if he got it, he gon' blast it

Blowin' all this gas, and no, I just won't pass it

She want me to wipe it, but I'm just tryin' to smash it

Then it's back to the stu cookin', like I'm in the kitchen

With this sauce that I'm whippin', ain't no competition

When it comes to this drippin', yeah, they know my body different

Played my position, now we ball, MJ and Scottie pimpin

Hit the club, now we 42 sippin', probably by the bar

And you know a nigga tippin', and even with them straps

You know we still gettin', took too many L's so

For when we sinnin', whole lotta fast livin', cars closin

Women told them my plan, must've thought I was kiddin

Countin' up these blues, would've thought I was crippin

Had to go and take chances, nothin' was givin

Feel like 50 Cent got a hustler's ambition

Out chasin' chicken, no one used to call, now a nigga line clickin

Because they see me winnin', but it's too late, ain't no time for politickin

Prayin' on my downfall, you better keep wishin

Got money on my mind, get money on this grind

Yeah, he a addict, yeah, yeah, he gotta have it, yeah

Got money on my mind, get money on this grind

Yeah, he a addict, yeah, yeah, he gotta have it, yeah

No one used to call, but now a nigga stay flippin

Niggas stay switchin', stackin' up the blues like a nigga been crippin

A nigga been wishin', better yet prayin

Tell me what you sayin', stayin' far away from sayin

If you hot, dawg, see you Nathan

Cause the beef be waitin' like a ragin' bull

For the takin', I thank the Lord for awakenin

His people tell the truth, I'm the livin' proof

So every time I hit the booth, this for me and you

If you only knew what he brought me through

Every obstacle just do it, most times, he get me through it

That's why rhymin' flows so fluid

When you talk about shine, you like rhinestones and cubics

You thought you was struck by a cupid

With your lust for music, what are you, stupid

It's a must, we do this, it's our story to tell

Got money on my mind, get money on this grind

Yeah, he a addict, yeah, yeah, he got to have it, yeah

Got money on my mind, get money on this grind

Yeah, he a addict, yeah, yeah, he got to have it, yeah

I got money on my mind, but they act funny on the grind

Mad cause they ain't getting money all the time

They gon' try to hold you up every time they call your line

If it ain't about no green, I'ma have to hit decline

Gotta stop answering calls to chase your calling

They spend money on bottles and thinking that they balling

Try to get back up, but it's like they keep on falling

For that money left a lot of good dudes up in the coffin

I'm smoking weed and coughing, blowing smoke cause it's exhausting

But I got drive, grateful God gave me a portion

Walking circumspect around snakes cause they be crossing

Showing fake love, real hate, but that'll coarsen

They mad I'm bossing, feel like stat bundles, hop on portions

That'll make them notions

Mama told me keep fast and praying, keep them demons off us

Mama told me keep fast and praying, keep them demons off us

Mama told me keep fast and praying, keep them demons off us

Got money on my mind, get money on this grind

Yeah, he a addict, yeah, yeah, he got to have it, yeah

Got money on my mind, get money on this grind

Yeah, he a addict, yeah, yeah, he got to have it, yeah