Furcatt, Ammo, King - Money Mindset Lyrics

Ay yo
I'm always on the grind
All the, all the time
Thinkin, thinkin bout that money
Cause thats always on my mind
That money
Get that money
Get that money
Get that money

Ay yo
I make the crowd move like an earthquake
I'm on a paper chase and I always come in first place
My flow is kinda sickness so somebody get some nurse aid
Thats the reason why she wanna drink me like she thirsty
If you want trauma then I'll bring it in the worst way
They dig me like a shovel but you'll kick it where the worms lay
R.I.P. from your friends thats what they shirts say
I had em laying candles for you like it was your birthday
Comes to hoes I get more mouth than dental
Then I get more head than mental
Flow harder than some nipples
When they sharper than a pencil
And when I'm in the middle
I beat it like instrumentals
I beat it just like a snare or a bass
Or a hat and tremble
You kiss her on the lips
She be showing me what them lips do
She blow me like a trumpet
A saxophone or a whistle
Matter of fact
That bitch be blowing me like a missle
And fuck a referee
Because my swagger is too official

Ay yo
I'm always on the grind
All the, all the time
Thinkin, thinkin bout that money
Cause thats always on my mind
That money
Get that money
Get that money
Ay yo
I'm always on the grind
All the, all the time
Thinkin, thinkin bout that money
Cause thats always on my mind
That money
Get that money
Get that money
Get that money

Ay yo
I make the party pop like a pimple
Matter fact
I get the party jumpin like a 6 fold
I attract money, haters
And a lot of nymphos
I'm like a human ATM machine
Because I get dough
On top of my game
Yeah, I'm on my tip toes
And my swag is air tight
Can't forget the tick toe
My ammo's like the booty
And I put it in your temple
Leave a red dot, on your head
Like a hen though
Young back and strapped up
But I hail Lorenz though
If you think you F'n with me
Than the answers N.O
Behind closed doors
Your girl be puttin on a sex show
And I ain't gonna lie
I really think she got the best throat
And my flow is hotter than the weather in the west coast
Pen game sick, when I spit I get a chest cold
If rap was like fighting I'll prolly be Kimbo
I roll up on you like a dutch
And smoke you like some endo

Ay yo
I'm always on the grind
All the, all the time
Thinkin, thinkin bout that money
Cause thats always on my mind
That money
Get that money
Get that money
Ay yo
I'm always on the grind
All the, all the time
Thinkin, thinkin bout that money
Cause thats always on my mind
That money
Get that money
Get that money
Get that money