Money On My Mind Hustle Gang (Ft. Spodee, T.I., Troy Ave & Yung Booke)

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind, nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't encroach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these bitches don't want no broke nigga
Money on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Bitch don't fuck with my grind, nigga you dying in that stack
No joke witchya, self made
I'm a dope dealer in the drug game
Don't poach nigga, we play for keeps
We lay in sheets, these bitches don't want no broke nigga

[Verse 1: Spodee]
Intensity beats ex-tensity every time
That's why I go hard on every rhyme (go hard nigga)
That's why I thank god for every line
I know I'm more advanced than you, demolished it when I'm barely tryin'
Hard shit, bitches all on my dick, they hanging on my Calvin Klein
I'm an outcast and I got 3,000, big boys with me
Nigga sit down or get war with me, I'm dropping bombs all over Baghdad
And a bitch bound to get more from me, if she [?] or get whores for me
I used to smoke weed with a gas mask, but never got high until 10,000 feet in the sky in an aircraft
Counting money that come out of a trash bag
I'm a dope boy, I sold cocaine you never had that
I'm a whole brick and you a gram bag, I'm a scientist and you a lab rat
Now show me where the Kraft at (money nigga), I need real cheese
I'm a fresh prince you gotta feel me, I keep a Smith & Wesson and I will squeeze
But I got Reggie Miller shooters, I ain't gotta take the shot [?]
I'm sharp as Shannon when I move the white, even sell the Reggie to make ends meet