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[Intro]
Sometimes I find it hard to concentrate
With the thought of us together in my head
When you're away it's hard to sleep at night
Hold my pillow like my thoughts of you all the time

[Verse 1]
Coming in this game and it get no realer
As I ride on vogues true players gon feel her
Still a killa in my mothafucken mind
And you know I'm on the mothafuckin grind
But I gotta shine I'm not running out of time
I ain't even lying me and money intertwine
Have to have patience
Back to the basement
Where niggas is rolling dice, throwing stacks at the pavement
But I kind of hate when your stomach ache cause you ain't ate
And now you tryna get cake just to be straight
I like it though, I do
I really hate to be straight
But I gotta get this dough and put food on the plate for real

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
It's hard to concentrate

[intro]

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
On my mind...........
I say, money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
On my mind...........
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
On my mind...........

This for the South
Yeah
Get high, get high, get high
And we cruise, cruise, bitch...

[Intro]

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