Ft. Young Roddy, Trademark Da Skydiver
Dressed like I got somewhere to go
But Im just smoking my trees,
Proly sweep the padio
Dump through a few magazines, complex rap report
Surf the internet reserve sum time at a Dubai resort
Im on the grind fool, I aint a child no more
But I play the fcuk out of thirsty hoe
It aint a game, its the planes brushin of my clothes
But aint nothing on my back except wings, pardon me bro
As I make my way to the change, carve my place out in history
Get rich and stay the same,
All palm tree shade, half kid, half
burning through my
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
Im double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride
To all the niggas trying to do
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
Im double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride
To all the niggas trying to do
Aint nobody fucking with my team and I put that shit on gs
She loves me. cursing when I leave
shit she acting like a girl it cost to be the boss around this piece can I breathe
Cause all I do is rhyme write rhymes and smoke weed
You dont burn down a tree,
Time of I burned down the street
Take heat when that money speak aint life for free
from low class to living comfortably
all from bein a beast on these beats, smoking that loud pack
as i trip them plain haters aint talkin about shit them lame niggas aint nuthin like me
Tryin get a bite to eat, a plate for free
nigga please i know cash be grindin ll week.
Why sleep when that money on yo street
i was told to get cheddar
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
Im double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride
To all the niggas trying to do
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
Im double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride
To all the niggas trying to do
Same old shit just a different day,
New weed Im twisting up, I break it down and lift me up
Jet life nigga what?
Im high as fuck in the cut, just chilling, count this paper up
You know the life of a villain sport cars and women
popping that polo collars partner, all well denims
Over them Guccis no stunt thats how a nigga living, on gs
Bitch please, my paper peeling,
Look Im addicted to this shit and I cant fight the feeling
Still tryna to stack my dollars up from the floor to ceiling
Niggas hating on us, we aint tripping off your feelings
365 24/7 we making the killing
Spitting the shit that we living
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
Im double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride
To all the niggas trying to do
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
Im double time on my hustle and all your bitches mine
Its that ridn smoking music for you to smoke and ride
To all the niggas trying to do