On My Mind ft. Rah-J Lyrics

And I got money on my mind

Trap or starve, rob or fraud, down to do it any time

Jays lined up outside the door like it's a lunch line (H Wood did it)

I asked her could she twerk it, told me she would rather whine

And I've got dollars on my mental

The money signs so clear think someone drew it with a stencil man this instrumental

My dogs the type that broke out of the kennel member slim flipped the white Honda rental

He went up state and took 3 on the chin and came home everybody act different

Man Ralph and West Up what's the issue?

Ya niggas switched over bitches

You Would have got respect out of me had you switched over money

And I just faced a pint of lean, you can see that shit in my tummy

Jumpin on niggas that ain't with the issue

And takin bitches if they lovely

It's not my fault she want to fuck me

En garde I'm poking her tummy

She love my swag how I walk around cocky I got her saying that she love me

I bossed her up now she do what I say and now these hundreds I be thumbing

Really turned nothing into something

V8 Range when I'm coming

My VA trap it be jumping

This Draco range leave you running, yeah

Taking W's no I'm not losing, losing, losing

Ya bitch saw me one time and now j got her choosing

Fucked all her friends in my jacuzzi, cuzzi, cuzzi

Shawty give me brain like she a student

And I got money on my mind

Trap or starve, rob or fraud, down to do it any time

Jays lined up outside the door like it's a lunch line

I asked her could she twerk it, told me she would rather whine

And I've got dollars on my mental

The money signs so clear think someone drew it with a stencil man this instrumental

My dogs the type that broke out of the kennel member slim flipped the white Honda rental

He went up state and took 3 on the chin and came home everybody act different

Man Ralph and West Up what's the issue?

Ya niggas switched over bitches

You Would have got respect out of me had you switched over money

And I just faced a pint of lean, you can see that shit in my tummy

Jumpin on niggas that ain't with the issue

And takin bitches if they lovely

It's not my fault she want to fuck me

En garde I'm poking her tummy

Baby I'm great get the fuck out my DM

Yeah Me might just want it on God me don't need it

Fucked on the floor now we need Stanley Steamer

Twisting up fast now I feel like Willie Beamer

Last one a squirter this one is a creamer

I might just go hit a lick for my leisure

She a giver I'm a pleaser

I'm a piper she a teaser, yeah, yeah

He thought he got away with a lil easy lick but he didn't know he fucked with the mob

Yeah I call the shots nigga you get wiped off

Big dog, not the same lil Rog

Who was out the fucking wrestling, now I flip packs like I'm wrestling

I really turnt to a boss, yeah I really turnt up my guys

After I fuck her she want to ménage

Say you can't run bitch this city too small

All my niggas carry guns serial is wiped off

It's crazy how they show me love now I'm rocking Vlone

Started in Starter track suits they used to look at me wrong

Yeah I started stacking up my benjis niggas turned to my clones

Yeah I had to bring it cross the map I had to double my funds

Supply my youngins with the straps and bitch we ready for war

Rocking Timbs two sizes big just for to kick down the door