I got my mind on my money and I'm not going away...
So keep on getting your paper...
[Brinx:]
Now you hold it's your excellence...
C.I.T.C.O., forward slash president
East side resident
It's oh so evident
Brinx Billy ride cousin black on black phantom 26's on the side of em...
Ninas on the side of em... goonies on the side of em... anybody can get it boy be careful on the side of them...
These niggas'll bury you guns no serial... money hungry honey when they holler she gonna carry you...
Flyer than a aireal vehicle gerital... sitting on my feet when I'm stunting on them people...
I tell no fables everything tailored... fax machines office max see me for that paper...
You working with short bread ain't my money long youngin...
Bitch I'm on trapping more digits than a phone number different time zones on em kill them niggas lyrically...
Left side of my closet look invaded by Italy... right side Paris left side flagging paper is my main chick me and money married...
And that's all a nigga know bitch that's why these brand new niggas on my old shit...
[Nicki Minaj:]
That's what I did I came up out the truck... you what I'm saying... I chuck my deuces like...
That's all I do like... young money Nicki Minaj it's the ninja harajuku Barbie all that...
Like you know that
Like yeah
That's what we doing
Getting money
Like you know that
You writing disses we getting money... yeah boy
Hit me my limousine... all in your magazine... and when I come them better lean like Promethazine
They no say Nicki nice... I'm about my money mama... and tell Michelle I got my eye on Barack Obama...
Tryna get that Madonna you know Hannah Montana... could find me sitting Indian style with the Dalai Lama...
Konichiwa I get my yen then I say sayonara... I'm meditating I'm in conhootz with a higher power...
Mind on money money on mind mind mind on my money mind (yo hoe rai que quo)... mind on money ay mind on my money babe...
How does this money taste whining on money's face... you see the signs and the teachings...
If you ain't know well this is grinding season... now go and get your gangs signs throw it up...
Where all my niggas on them bikes throw it up... we don't care what you say... we ain't going away...
My niggas bring the heat it's not a summer day... So find all my motherfucking money my mind on my motherfucking money oooooo...
[Busta Rhymes:]
Ayo I speak foreign languages and shit... but the language I speak best is that money language...
Hahahah flip mode bitch... Brinx I like how we do the Brinx truck job on these niggas homey...
Time after time again I like niggas and remind niggas how I hold out on motherfuckers...
Niggas out here fronting about they bread you can't trust it niggas my money so stupid call me Warren Buffer Buster nigga...
Glad it ain't a toss and everything about me butters I've been counting money so long I see dollar signs and different colors...
My money is smear and smothered your money you hear me brother been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutter...
And in case you ain't know there will be no replacement and them bags of Arab money I got stashed in the basement face it...
When ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen ain't no money getting made in these street
Without my permission I keeps it drug infested my money is well connected it's to the point when my conglomerate
Is well respected you need to check my method I promise you I be the wrong nigga when it comes to my money
That you ever want to mess with grind like missionary labor holding dignitary paper you already know my team is filled with consigliers we made you...
I don't give a fuck about your stipulation... type of bread appropriate for every situation...
You can tell by the jewelry sitting on my collar from the bread to the crib I know all about the dollar