Money On My Mind ft. Loonie Bones Lyrics

Yeah

Warrzone

Loonie Bones

Hahahahaha

We had to do it

I'm a make this cake

Paper chase

Be the embodiment of a razor blade

Might as well call a brother vampire slayer

Cause I'm murdering everything when I raise the stakes

Bad senorita with an angel face

With an earthquake booty that'll shake the place

Let em fakers fake

Them haters hate

I will MJ slap sucka

Make em fade away

And who wasn't into me

Bet they into me now

But I'm shutting down they idiosyncrasies

Givin em injuries

When I get em lyricism like a mac eleven split em up into threes

Call up the infantries

For anybody dat be digging for infamy

Shoulda known better

Never will hinder me

Hit em up with the Number 9

As if I am tryna get into symphonies

Been at the bottom never seen my way up

Doing what I gotta do to bring the pay up

And everywhere I go I see crabs in the bucket

And y'all thought that I wasn't gonna bring the Chaos (K-os)

You squires ain't really ready to rumble with giants

I'm coming in heavy rocking the clubs like a riot

Eardrums catch a fire

I am the juggernaut that'll vanquish

And X men and crumble empires

Until I turn the funds to Goliath

And then I'm throwing balls at ya woman

As if she was an umpire

You done cause of drunken desires

That cause you to give up intelligence

For the crumbs you've acquired

It's on and I'm numb to you liars

Who tryna take my place for you place

Tryina slump me like Guyger

But I am like the hungriest tiger

Similar to gonorrhoea ejaculations I'm coming with fire

I got money on my mind

Money money on my mind

And I'm always on the grind

Blindin haters with this shine

With a bad one or two

While I'm laughing at- you fools

My crew next to me

Gitt'n crunk with blunts and hennessey (While we bouncin in the club)

See I'm all about that dough

All about that dough

If it ain't bout money then I guess you gotta go

Haters gimme cold stares

But I ain't tripping I ain't tripping

Now I don't care

I'm busy wood grain gripping

Bout that dough

I'm all about the dough

I'm about to holla like a fountain with the flow

I'm about a dollar cuz it will amount to mo

I'm about to count em like accounts tryna to balance

All these mountains of the growth

I'm about to gross a couple million

I'm coming with a brilliance I'm really a reptilian in cold blood

Bald out like Brazilian

A civil civilian and I got the resilience of a dope plug

Got the motivation and appropriation

For procreation no negotiation

So post-probation I'ma coast the nation

Loonie get the loonies in a co-relation

What's yo vocation

Tryina get it in up onstage unpaid and get no ovation

Whenever you show yo face in a place of any unknown location

It grows patience

Slow basting the rhythm I'm with them lyrical villains

I'm finna hit em ya better getcha gasmask on

It ain't just another fast rap song

Warrzone and I like a couple fat-packed bongs

Triple quadruple quintuple A

And if you smelling me dog it's like a piff bouquet

When I spit through the bass and the treble at an incredible rate

DNA set the edible pace

Stay ahead of the race and the paper chase gotta elevate

Call it Jenny Craig when I'm selling weight

Drop it until I'm a featherweight

And then when I levitate

I'ma know that I made it and we can celebrate

Meditate and medicate

Until I get a better way

Begin it from the foundation up and I'ma renovate

Eminate a greatness

Started from the basics

Headed through the Matrix straight

Zone gon demonstrate

I got money on my mind

Money money on my mind

And I'm always on the grind

Blindin haters with this shine

With a bad one or two

While I'm laughing at- you fools

My crew next to me

Gitt'n crunk with blunts and hennessey (While we bouncing in the club)

See I'm all about that dough

All about that dough

If it ain't bout money then I guess you gotta go

Haters gimme cold stares

But I ain't trippinG I ain't tripping

Now I don't care

(I'm busy wood grain gripping)

See I'm all about that dough

All about that dough

If it ain't bout money then I guess you gotta go

Haters gimme cold stares

But I ain't tripping I ain't tripping

Now I don't care

I'm busy wood grain gripping

Bout that dough

Heyow C Bimmer

Taz

Heyow Pablo

We stuntin' on these fools

Y'all ready know DNA is the fam

Getchya gas masks on

I smack da

Yeay hahahahaha

Aaaaaaaah