Текст песни Money On My Mind - Warrzone feat. Loonie Bones

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