Real G's hook it up) Got my money on my mind (Cause we down south) [Hook] We got our mind on our money, money on our mind Screwed Up Click for life and
G's hook it up) Got my money on my mind (Cause we down south) [Hook] We got our mind on our money, money on our mind Screwed Up Click for life and ya
DJ Kay Slay) [Intro: DJ Kay Slay] Yeah, this that brand new Rebel I.N.S., back on the set This shit is off the dial, Shaolin Style, better hold on to
my mouth, got some Gucci on my seat Got g's on my ***, it's cold when I speak Got a freak on my arm, got a charm around my neck You can go on and pass
rip the kizzerp, sippin' on my syzzerp If you buy first from me then you just bought a dessert Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel Me and Doby D stay blowin' on
kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel Me and Doby D stay blowin on
me, back home, its a afterparty; full of bad hoes Bunch of drink, grass smoke You can do them other drugs in the bathroom Money on my mind, what the
's was tight, we be on Sunday night We had the first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down My DJ burns vocals, Ski
Me My Brother Can Co-sign, How Many Times I Changed My Mind But I Never Slowed Down, All The Time, I Stayed On My Grind Phone Ringing All The Time [Phone
gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha Gmc, ha huh! (yo my throat is sore) Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit) Rock on the mic with your rhymes
the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel Me and Doby D stay blowin on
I'm a lumberjack See my hand gripping on something my wood wheel up under that Man your girl is on the sac, like they do a running-back She just keep on
Chamillionaire] I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone
on your boy's mind, real shit Know what I'm talkin about? [Verse 1: DJ Screw] Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable They got me out on
Beans was tight, B.V. on Sunday night We had the first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down My DJ burns Volvo, Ski
my mind on my money, money on my mind my watch ain't tickin it's winding! I got my mind on my money, money on my mind I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga
