"On The Money" lyrics

Only thing that's on a nigga's mind is get money
And, you ain't doin' the same, you need to get far from me
Might fuck around and go insane, bitch, I'm a real crash dummy
Ain't a hundred K, then it's change, no, it ain't real cash money

Thank God I ain't one of them niggas that get dough and act funny
I ain't worried bout friends, baby, I know the stacks love me
'Fore I had a hundred bands, I had a hundred crack junkies
When you was kickin' a can, I really had a trap jumpin'

So you the man with the plan? Then let me see you stack somethin'
Dollar signs on my eyes 'cause I can see the racks comin'
The opps is on the gram, I see these niggas back subbin'
But he ran fast as he can when we pulled up in black suburbans

We got choppas like sand, nigga, but we ain't rockin' turbans
Bitch, I'm Rob Vicious, I'm not your average person
Niggas who not with it, I have my savage lurkin'
Off that Henny, baby, I ain't never drinkin' no bourbon

Ay
Might sound funny, but if I die, then we die
And, that nigga said that he gettin' money, he lied
Told him get some money, he looked at me and cried
And I ain't cashin' out on shit if I can't buy it three times

Mind on the money, money on the mind
Long as everybody eats, then I'm gon' be fine
Life's so bittersweet, then you die
Want money like me? All you got to do is try

Mind on the money, money on the mind
Long as everybody eats, then I'm gon' be fine
Life's so bittersweet, then you die
Want money like me? All you got to do is try