Dip-Set, uh   Jones, Capo Status   Dip-Set nigga   You know the streets is what it is nigga   Watch ya step and watch ya moves      Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy   You can see I'm tryin' to lead my democracy   To get money and rip sleeve off of my city   And slow down, then try to breeze through the projects B   And how I speeds in velocity   We came up movin' keys of that knotty B   My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the lobby B   The boys rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany   In my life you can't see me, not possibly   How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes   When we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems   'Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver      Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire   I ain't gone front nigga I shot some guys up   Didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though   And they came back to my block like riders   But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, crouch and fire   A fast retally, now it's cash we tally   Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali   Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox strip   Where they Henny sip   Beef we let the semi rip      Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9      Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9      And yeah we world renowned and I might twirl through town   And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be found   How can a pearl be drowned, how can a diamond not shine   Man I'm on my G mack, I scoop up dimes all the time   They love my pimp juice, I let my crimps loose   They get a glimpse, oo, some went and cinch douche'   Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup   Mind fuck her, brain fuck her   Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, shit      She scream, "Do me it hurt", I'll have her movin' that work   I mean two of them chirps up in her Dooney and Bourke   So ruthless it hurts, I mean I'm truly bezerk   When I scoop up my cash man, I swoop up and murk   Yeah, a trick and a bag bitch, two bricks and a bad bitch   Shit, them bitches mackin', I'm as sick as maggot   But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth   No chips or no cabbage      Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9      Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9      I'm so problematic   And do to servin' Harlem-matics   My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static   Still involve wit' savage types that move drugs   365 all around set every nite   I ain't the passive type   On the benches where I crashed them nites   Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of white   Spend days up in court   How I shaved weight to snort   Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the source      Yes, since success it has changed   Since we, stepped up in this game   And stepped up wit' our game   No more chef cuttin' cain   Hoes X'd up in they brain   Lemme sex up in the Range   So much princess cuts in my chains      Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9      Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   Mind on my money, my money on mind   You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9