Mind on My Money - Flo Rida

Mind on my money, money on my mind

Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime

Down to the penny, holla if you hear me

I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it

You know you gotta love it

Stretchin' that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll

Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Say I don’t leave home without it, out it

Money gotta have, gotta have that bank

American Express all good, but I need that cash in my hand point blank

Smell it, touch it, r-r-rub it, hug it, l-l-love it

Number one subject, keep me rubbing, G-G5 on the jet to Dublin

I need that money, make people say wait

I think we cousins, no, you ain’t

I don’t wanna break you off, I got cash to floss

You can’t gank the boss with that game, game

Bank tryna count my change, change, stretch that paper my aim

Shoot me a stack to the brain

Rock like number one, the 'Lac or the Range

Rambo cat, green beret fade, all this bread and still I want more

All this cheese, I got the light dough

All these P’s, I got the beef flow

Shorty, if you wanna roll, lil' mama, let’s go

My pockets is swoll, get rid of your clothes

You’re bumpin' that ho, get none of my dollars

You already know I got my

Mind on my money, money on my mind

Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime

Down to the penny, holla if you hear me

I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it

You know you gotta love it

Stretchin' that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll

Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Hey, I do, do, do it for the streets, streets

Everybody in the ghetto gotta eat

Coulda bought me a Bentley GT

But I fell in love with the size of the Maybach seats

Feel like a king when I’m on South Beach

Livin' that dream but it’s M.O.B

Get, gettin' that cream when I travel overseas

Feelin' them beats with the face of a queen

Elizabeth, a little bit, need all my guap, I’m lovin' it

Show up to the hood, I’m thuggin' it, wife beater off in public

Got more G’s than a government, from the projects but I ain’t strugglin'

Get it poppin', champagne bubblin', rent copies, wax so southern

Just bought a resort and I’m on three acres

Go to New York and rock fuschia gators

Dance aboard, six grand to the waiters

Passport, I get it like the Lakers

Off of the porch where they think about paper

Don’t need to fuck when I eat minor majors

Passport say I got rent in Malaysia, all over Asia 'cause my

Mind’s on my money, money on my mind

Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime

Down to the penny, holla if you hear me

I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it

You know you gotta love it

Stretchin' that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll

Tell me where you wanna go, girl

Where my N.Y., N.Y. people gettin' cash?

We gettin' cash

We gettin' cash, we gettin' cash, gettin' cash, ooh, we gettin' cash

Where my L.A., L.A. people countin' stacks?

We countin' stacks

Countin' stacks, we countin' stacks, countin'

Ooh, we countin' stacks

Where all my MIA people that’s throwin' cash?

We throwin' cash

We throwin' cash, throwin' cash, we throwin' cash

Ooh, we throwin' cash

All my H-town people makin' stacks?

We makin' stacks

Makin' stacks, we makin' stacks, ooh, we makin' stacks

Mind on my money, money on my mind

Tryna stack paper, countin' every little dime

Down to the penny, holla if you hear me

I do it for the streets, yeah, I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it

You know you gotta love it

Stretchin' that paper long, shorty, she wanna roll

Tell me where you wanna go, girl