Money On My Mind (feat. V-Nasty)

I've got time on my hands, but it's not too much

I've got money on my mind, but it ain't enough

I've got time on my hands, but it's not too much

I've got money on my mind, but it ain't enough

It's after midnight; I'm drunk than a motherfucker

My brother on stage crunk than a motherfucker

We cold cutting through the traffic in the mango benz

One thing I learned: It's hard to find a good friend

Waiting on me to fall, ain't gonna be nothing

Haters plotting on; I know they want to steal something

Can't show no mercy, and these bitches thirsty

When I say "bitch," I ain't talking about the ones with purses

In this game, and they should have called me pete sampras

No kids in my camper, no need for pampers

Rings and watches, bring the rocks in

I don't got enough time; you can bring the clocks in

I've got money on my mind, but fuck money and time

Got black maple hail, fuck bacardi and lime

We only here for a half a second

So I've got no choice, yo, I have to wreck it

Have to kill it till we murder them all

Got no time for no damn phone calls

So text me, and if I don't text you back

If you text me again, you're gonna get smacked

I'm a bury my phone and move up to the mountain

Fuck hollywood, fuck vine and fountain

I'm spreading technology with my fucking tech n9ne

Spitting that philosophy, you're gonna have to get in line

Time is money, and I'm broke as fuck

Got a fake rolex and a broke down truck

Getting head in the hills from my oakland duck

Yeah, quack quack, bitch, open up, uh

My life's the shit; it should be a movie

Nah, my life is shit; it's a b movie

Got my face buried in some d boobies

In the pontiac, queen hooptie(?)

I used to have a doll shopping at the mall

Now I don't feel like myself, avatar

One day I'm a be a big rapping star

Now I'm just a skinny white boy, after all