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I don't wanna be broke when I d-i-e
Wanna be livin' it up in VIP
Tryna get in the club, they wanna see ID
Want me to wear nice shows and a t-i-e
I've been workin' and gettin' by
But that ain't enough to satisfy
'Cause I got dreams for you and I
So I got money on my mind
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I wanna flex hard like d-o-e
But right now my car need the m-o-t
And I can't give the valet no t-i-p
But like him, I got dreams and they're b-i-g
Tried to be a better guy
But that weren't enough to satisfy
I got dreams for you and I
I got money on my mind
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
Yeah, I know shit don't come free
You gotta work for it (gotta work for it)
Lamborghini Urus, bought it when I first saw it (skrrt, when I first saw it)
She caught me creepin', I had to buy her a purse for it (purse for it)
I think if I ain't have money, I'd be the worst for her
And if I ain't have money, I woulda been lost her
The loudest ones was the brokest, I was a shit-talker
The loudest ones was the brokest and I was strugglin' (uh)
Girls called me friend, now they on me
That money comin' in (that money comin' in)
Saint Laurent fiend, I put it in Louis luggages (yeah, yeah)
Took her to Celine, bought her a couple luggages
Wasn't always sweet, Capri Suns for fifty cents (yeah)
Now I just hate to reminisce (to reminisce)
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
Scum Gang!
AM Nation
I'll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular
Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
Yeah, you know I run up with the shit, on the regular
Bare faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
Yeah, I'm 6ix9ine with the 9, on the regular
Niggas want war, yeah, kick the door, yeah
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off, yeah
I'm still in the hood, yeah, bussin' juggs yeah
Rollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas, yeah
Niggas want they bitch back, I don't chit-chat
Run up, hear a "Click-clack", blow your shit back
Baby, I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy
Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy
Nigga, we be busting at the opps, on the regular
Nigga, we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick and giving top, on the regular
Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular
Nigga, if it's coming from my spot, it ain't regular
Someone's will is on a different side, it ain't regular
You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular
Niggas with me really ready to die, on the regular
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah
Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet
Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah
They know I'ma ball like LaVar (Ayy)
Ay, 'bout to take a trip to the stars
Ay, let a nigga drip in designer
Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mmm yeah
Shmegular, that's regular, mmm yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah
If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
I told my .38 "I love you"
That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up too
See the, Hermès on the buckle, and a
Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, nigga
Put a .30 to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, ah
I'm runnin' around with the same niggas
Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga
Huh?