[Intro] 
 Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense 
 I'm gettin mine, 'bout to shine around here 
 Lights in the bezel, price up a level 
 Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street 
    Twenties on the Hemi, nigga made his quota 
 Nigga still (Shady), even though we over 
 That don't stop my dollars from rollin over the mower 
 I'ma put that product out until my casket below us 
 Obie never slow up, gettin it sho' 'nuff 
 I'ma be a problem 'til the world freezes over 
 Pistol in this holster, shootin like the Pistons 
 Bitches on his dick cause they know he about his business 
 Beatin up the block is somethin very expensive 
 Ice in his watch, haters payin attention 
 Trice in the cockpit navigatin the engine 
 Aviators watchin for haters tryin to stick him 
 Get money 'til the day I'm a victim 
 'Til I lay beneath the clay all stiff then 
 But for now I'ma get my rich in 
 Double that dollar - flippin   
 [Chorus] 
 Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense 
 I'm gettin mine, 'bout to shine around here 
 Lights in the bezel, price up a level 
 Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street 
 Bet a nigga like me never catch him on the beat 
 Get that bet twice, I'ma catch him with the heat 
 Money on my mind, homie on the grind 
 Been away a minute but it's my time   
 Jumpin out of cars, in and out of broads 
 Spendin, we ain't penny addin, we be gettin ours 
 Show you how to floss, show you buy the bars 
 Y'all all talk, we notice y'all flaws 
 Y'all in-laws, we married to the game 
 Y'all just the mayne, next to the mayne 
 I been spendin change since the dope game 
 Then he made a name for himself after cocaine 
 Call him Kwame Kilpatrick, you could try to catch him 
 Dope I got access, no text messagin 
 Trice is an asset 
 Niggaz in the trap know his past say he know where the cash at 
 Louie on his toes, dubs on the vehicle 
 BME, I see it though 
 I'ma need it my nigga then repeat it though 
 D-boy in that two-seater, let's go!   
 [Chorus]   
 In and out of jets, him is but a vet 
 Been around the world, him ain't finished yet 
 And I don't need London to bloke or be stuntin 
 I poke out like a bunion in any country I run in 
 With any culture the code is his ulcer[?] 
 Thug co-exist in the hood to Nova Scotia 
 Fists full of dollars, lipstick 
 on a nigga's collar courtesy of your missus 
 You don't wanna miss this, misfit 
 Mr. Michigan, gettin this, richness, in 
 I'm a better me, tell me who 'head of he? 
 I'm somethin like veteran usin letters over melodies 
 Trice is still in it 
 Real name, no gimmick, never fold cause of business 
 (Business) Bitches (bitches) 
 I'ma get it fo' X over, nigga you be the witness   
 [Chorus]