Lil Wayne – Money On My Mind

Money On My Mind is another award winning hip-hop and rap single created by an exceptional rap artiste called, Lil Wayne.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter II” was officially released on 1 January 2005.

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LYRICS

Yeah

Money on my mind, money on my mind (Yeah)

Money on my mind, money—money on my mind (Yeah)

Money on my mind, money on my mind (That’s right)

Money—money on my mind

So money is all I think of (That’s right)

Money on my mind, money on my mind (Bitch)

Money on my mind, m—m—m—money on my mind (You know)

M—m—m—money on my mind (Bitch)

Money—money on my mind (Bitch)

Money—money on my mind

So money is all I think of (ay)

Yeah

Stepping out the motherfucking car, they’re in awe (Yeah)

I’m looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish

Holler at your motherfucking boy, JR (Brr)

Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah)

Dear Mr. Toilet, I’m the shit

Got these other haters pissed ’cause my toilet paper thick

I know

But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp

Then like ranch, I dip (Gone)

And the hustle is all muscle, just strength

When it comes to that weight, I don’t struggle, I just lift (One, two)

I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah)

Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist

Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha)

I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I’m a pimp (Yeah)

Little nigga ’bout to rape the market

If we’re talking ’bout money, baby, now we’re talking

Yeah

Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches (Yeah)

Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah

Get money, fuck bitches

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Yeah

Nigga get it in a slumber if you know how (Uh)

In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow

What you know ’bout that? Baby, it’s your time

Coke transactions on the phone, we call it blowjobs (Yeah)

Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops

Had to ditch my old bitch, getting sloppy with the pots (Bitch)

Hopping off the boat, meeting papi at the docks (What up?)

He tell me I’m gaining weight, I tell him I’m getting paid (Yeah)

Money over bitches, I’m yelling it to the grave

Developed at a young age (What?), go after what pays (Yeah)

These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays (Bitch)

I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn)

I gotta get it even if it’s in the worst way (Yeah)

That cake, like it’s, it’s my birthday

New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me?

Where money’s more important than a person, nigga

Yeah

Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches

Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah

Get money, fuck bitches

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Twisting up a blunt, thinking ’bout my next dollar (OK)

I’m digging in the game, tryna get some money out her (OK)

I’m so vain, it’s a problem (Yeah)

There ain’t a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh)

I’m just being modest (Yeah)

Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch)

She still down and she don’t get none of the profit (Yeah)

Wheel ’round the city, let the tints hide me

That’s a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it (Yeah)

Forever symbolizing the grind, it don’t walk to you

I make it run like horses do (Uh)

Giddy up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (Yeah)

I know it’s crazy, but I can’t get enough, baby (Yeah)

I love it, I fucking love it

I’m a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Hah)

Riding to myself, ’cause I don’t fuck with nothing

Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

Yeah

Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches

Get money, get money, get money, yeah

Get money, fuck bitches

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money