[Chorus - Sean Paul]
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I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
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(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
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I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
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(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
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I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
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(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
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I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
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(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
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[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
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I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
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The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
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A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
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Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down
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Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
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Something in your chest, then open up your heart
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Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
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Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
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Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it
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It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
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Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
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We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues
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[J-Bo]
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Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow
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Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
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And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
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So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
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In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
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That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
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Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
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So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void
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Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change
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From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
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So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip
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Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2 - Sean Paul]
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Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
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Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
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May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a
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The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
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That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
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No bumpin' heads, when it come to gettin' this paper
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Im a player, runnin' wit the, hand that was dealt
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Flippin' my work, ridin' the left, fully equipped
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Aint fuckin' wit hoes, unless talkin 'bout bread
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Duckin' these streets, givin' these strangers some head
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Bringin' it back, makin' sho', my pockets swole
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Workin' the streets, now they know they my hoes
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[J-Bo]
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I must ain't had it, I gotta get it
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Nothin' to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
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Shakin' these haters down the line, they somethin' wicked
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You on a roll then pay yo' dues, then buy a ticket
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Gather your cheddar 'round this world, there's nothin' better
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But keep it boomin' like a system, thru any weather
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Stackin' my green, that's somethin good, I'm on a mission
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Trappin' hard just like I should, no penny pinchin'
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And for the gold, we steady missin', and reminisin'
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Buy some S, ain't even hittin', so stop yo' flippin
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Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
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There ain't no playin' wit my thang when you see my foe
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Act like ya know
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[Chorus - x2]
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Mind On My Money
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