[Verse 1:] One thing on my mind and that's to get it I want the world, nigga, and everything that's in it Riding with my niggas and them 4's cocked Take your jewels and sell 'em back with interest - that's a pawn shop They be like when you gonna stop? Never, till I'm sitting on top All I know is that green light Gotta pull off my whole block Reporting live from the bottom of the map Riding with a 30 shot clip, bodies all neck Don't be reckless, don't test us, I'll put you on my checklist You feeling lucky today? Then I can make your death wish Hard body, we wreck them up, Scarred body, I'll tear it up Aim for the nose, hit his eyes, slick, rick, patch him up My young niggas be acting up, Check niggas, that's acting tough Ball for ball, I'm sick with that fire, Who's gonna match 'em up? Nobody, I'm so Gotti, I whack niggas with no problem Red in my pocket groin, I ain't never havin dope problems That's your problem, solve it nigga, AKO revolver nigga Stay in your lane, I'm giving coffins out, I'll morgue a nigga East Side, we mobbing, nigga, Lames best respect that Jaw jacking, gon get your jaw cracked, chin check that
[Hook:] Riding with my niggas and we mobbin' Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems 30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' Damn right, that's the money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' God damn right, that's the money talkin'
[Verse 2:] My young niggas ridin' with them 30 shots My old G still calling for the blunt My brother locked up, gotta send him cakes My bitch says she straight, watch this paper turn to dank Got my chain on, fuck it, turn off all the lights I ain't never left, bitch my money right My hoes bad, I pimp hard like 8 ball My MJ's G'd up, Wanna catch me? Speed up That boof gone, I'm smokin, Money loan came for that From the west side of that shot and on my mama, I done met Oprah Yeah, Boo ain't speaking 'cause the money do 100 round drums make the killers move Hell no, we don't dance hoe Gudda Gudda blowing money like a bad hoe I be playing bitches, banjo Weed so loud you thought it was a bando
[Hook:] Riding with my niggas and we mobbin' Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems 30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' Damn right, that's the money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' God damn right, that's the money talkin'
[Verse 3:] I'm riding with this mula My passengers, my shotgun, rider, that's my shooter Nightmare on any street, call me Gudda Krueger Catch a body then catch a flight then I lay low in Aruba This is young money, rich game, 6th speed when I switch lanes Me and my girl don't be a skank, 'Bout to hit the bitch and blow big chains Still Gudda, ain't shit changed, Just take a look at my wrist game You reach for that motherfucker you won't see your wrist again Sinner shop on tenth bay, Next spine and yo shittin crack I spot you a half of thing I'd better that ten back, yeah That's the way it work, that's the way it go I'm screaming fuck you, pay me on the daily, hoe
[Hook:] Riding with my niggas and we mobbin' Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems 30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' Damn right, that's the money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' God damn right, that's the money talkin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
