Yeah      [Chorus 2X with variations]   Money on my mind   Money on my mind   Money on my mind   Money money on my mind   Money on my mind   Money on my mind   Money money on my mind   So money is all I think of      Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe   I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish   Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.   Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich   Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit   Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick   I know but trip and that forty make a chip   Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip   And the hustle was all muscle just strength   When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift   I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip   Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist   Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist   I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp   Lil nigga bout to rape the market   If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin      [Chorus]      [Hook: during chorus]   Fuck bitches [3X]   Get money [3X]   Get money fuck bitches   Fuck bitches get money   Fuck bitches get money      Yeah   Nigga get it in a slump if you know how   In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow   What you know bout that baby its showtime   Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob   Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops   Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots   Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks   He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid   Money over bitches I'm yellin it to the grave   Developed at a young age go after what pays   These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays   I drop a car note in the mall on the first day   I gotta get it even if its in the worst way   That cake like it's it's my birthday   New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me   Where moneys more important than the person   Nigga      [Chorus + Hook during chorus]      Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar   I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her   I'm so vain its a problem   THERE ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest   Got me a goddess SHO' 'ER HOW to divide it   She still down and she don't get none of the profit   We around the city let the tints hide me   Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it   Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you   I make it run like horses do   Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby   I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby   I love it I fuckin love it   I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public   Ridin to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin   Pistol on my lap on the way to the money      [Chorus + Hook during chorus]