Flip + Redd] I got my mind on my money, money on my mind (Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding! I got my mind on my money, money on my mind my watch
Tulkojums: Lil 'Flip. Mind On My Money.
makin money grindin makin money grindin makin money grindin makin money Lil Kim. I grind all day gettin money damn it take all day to count the money
dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked. Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams, I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million. Da rumors turn me on
dat would make take dem photos naked Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams I flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 million Da room has turned me on
a sack today, and ooh, even though he sellin yey he, he pulled lil Bizzy to the side, he said lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids, my hair
today, a sack today And ooh, even though we selling llelli , he pulled lil Bizzy to the side He insists lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids My
' murda. Flesh-Verse 1 Rippin' up, it's yo' St. Clair. Takin' money that's straight, and gotta kick it, chill. Then makin' it real, to the pop on my
You sippin' on it like the finest wine I said, I'm just tryin' to survive Damn, that's my motto until I wake up again On tha real, fool, mark my eyes,
on over to Houston, Texas, welcome to the Swisha House It?s the land of the trill, I'm coming live from the block I got my mind on my hustle, I'm tryna
Penitentiary and bein dead a mothafucka [Petey Pablo] Carolina ??? I straddle the border I look hard up at my son and the south at my daughter Sink into my lemonade is my
to the game you wanna see my bus But all the little kids wanna be like us When they get home and turn the TV on It's Too Short, baby, on the microphone
plane than a bird Put my truck on 32?s and go it lookin' like it ain't a curb I mean my words go back on words to that limit Then I got gurls going
night I keep my mind on my money, nigga, fuck the fame Big face hun'erds keepin' the game Hittin' the corner in the candy thang Sittin' on leather, grippin
in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme chop em down in my safe I gotta key
my homies all good Word on the street, Joc got the heat Suede on the seat, 28's on my feet Two bottle of Crist' baby go on spend money When ya add it
