Money On My Mental Gangsta Boo (Ft. Chris Travis)

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Move these fuck niggas out the way, bitch I'm coming through
Drink-laced blunt grape, damn, I'm 'bout to snooze
She wake me up, like good morning your highsness
I'm getting top, higher than a mountain lion
She do whatever I say, like I'm Simon
Bet that nigga be dead on arrivement
I'm a king with my feet on the horizon
And I'm hard to find like a lost license
Put the bottle on the dresser, bitch I need it
I read Proverbs when I'm feeling greedy
And right now, I feel like I ain't eatin'
So I got every fucking right to get greedy
Outta Memphis, a city full of heathens
Shit I'm one too, and I'm still breathing
I'm never in my city, but I'm always repping
Never in my mind, but always second guessing
A young nigga, with a old soul
Bitch I stay hot, that's why I'm so cold
I'm pouring up the Actavis, uh-oh
And my whip beat your ass like a drum-roll

[Hook: Chris Travis]
Money on my mind, money on my mental
Yeah your bitch fine, but your bitch simple
Money on my mind, money on my mental
Yeah your bitch fine, but your bitch simple
Money on my mind, money on my mental
That ain't your bitch, fuck nigga that's a rental
Money on my mind, money on my mental
That ain't your bitch, fuck nigga that's a rental
Money on my mind, money on my mental
Yeah your bitch fine, but your bitch simple
Money on my mind, money on my mental
That ain't your bitch, fuck nigga that's a rental