Correction Lyrics Money On My Mind by Ybs Skola

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Damn baby
Just close your eyes, relax, and listen to the piano
It got me feeling like Pablo in here right now
Like I'm over here in Colombia, you dig?

I got money on my mind, I been hustling all year
In the studio all alone, just me and the engineer
Why you in there by yourself, baby girl 'cause I don't care
Same way I do them beats, I'ma kill 'em right here
I got money on my mind (I got money on my mind)
I think 'bout paper all the time (I think 'bout paper all the time)
Ain't got no time to waste no time (ain't got no time to waste no time)
Right now I'm focused on the grind (right now I'm focused on the grizzy)

While I been hustling you been bluffing, I come straight from nothing
You keep laying with them thotties, I ain't got time for cuffing
We was selling dimes of raw, back from behind that bar
We was dumping every time we seen the same car
We was living for the day, ain't care about tomorrow
I'ma f*cking star, I came far
I'm take my niggas up to Philly, buy 'em Rollies
They my rounds, they stay down, so they gettin' trophies
Elijah keep on sending all these crazy beats
I'ma keep on givin' him all this crazy heat
Bad bitch, she waiting buck naked
Give her dick, sippin' on Texas, woo

I get that paper when I'm sleep, I put like five thou up a week
I'm the man in these streets, I get these grimbos super cheap
How I'm gonna stop from slangin' when them yams steady bangin'
And my phone steady rangin' and I'm gettin' it in the hood
Prices went up super fast, got promotors in my ass
I need ten thousand in cash, you ain't got it bitch I'm good
Fill a backwood up with gas, you know my trap car super fast
If them knockers get on my ass I got handlebars, I'm good
I been in the studio grinding
It's my only way up out the hood
I remember I was sharing bedrooms
Now I'm eatin' toned up good

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