JXH - Mind on My Money (feat. phdtrell) Lyrics

Unh unh uh huh
On JXH
Yeah Yeah
I got my mind on the money
If it's not commas you know i'm not coming
You get the sack but you niggas be fumbling
My brotha get packs he flip em and tumble em
And stay wit a piece cause niggas be puzzling
Can't f*ck wit or trust em niggas on f*ck shit
Ain't bout the talking we don't do discussions
Choppa clap him like drums ain't no percussion
I got my mind on the money
If it's not commas you know i'm not coming
You get the sack but you niggas be fumbling
My brotha get packs he flip em and tumble em
And stay wit a piece cause niggas be puzzling
Can't f*ck wit or trust em niggas on f*ck shit
Ain't bout the talking we don't do discussions
Choppa clap him like drums ain't no percussion
Woah woah
AP all on my wrist
(my wrist)
Told bro send me the drop fore I shoot my shot swear I won't miss
Let's go (go)
I might just float my whip
(Skrt)
Expensive shopping the goyard bag with a hunnid racks all on my drip
(my drip a yeah)
She want me to talk but if it ain't money it don't make sense
(Don't make sense)
They want me to fall but I'm going up let me talk my shit
(Pop my shit)
Brand new coupe look mean I might just bust out the seems
Five star all in my jeans all of my pockets look green
I told her don't call it ain't bout business
All in her jaws and all in her walls she know ima leave whenever I finish
(Whenever I finish)
Yeah
I'm in my bag and you in my mentions
If I'm feeling sad go cop me a jag might skrt off the lot like i'm off on a mission
I got my mind on the money
If it's not commas you know i'm not coming
You get the sack but you niggas be fumbling
My brotha get packs he flip em and tumble em
And stay wit a piece cause niggas be puzzling
Can't f*ck wit or trust em niggas on f*ck shit
Ain't bout the talking we don't do discussions
Choppa clap him like drums ain't no percussion
I got my mind on the money
If it's not commas you know i'm not coming
You get the sack but you niggas be fumbling
My brotha get packs he flip em and tumble em
And stay wit a piece cause niggas be puzzling
Can't f*ck wit or trust em niggas on f*ck shit
Ain't bout the talking we don't do discussions
Choppa clap him like drums ain't no percussion
I get onna track run it like olympics
She loving my angles I'm her perfect image
But if it's bout money you know that I get it
I take these drugs get high as a pigeon
I'm floating too fast
Feel like Morant got 12 on my back
I race to the packs or I race to them racks
She give me road head her face in my lap
My mind on my money
(Yeah huh)
I keep it a hunnid
(keep it a hunnid)
I walk in the function
(Walk in the function)
I got that shit jumping
(Got that shit jumpin)
I move super bad
(Yeah Yeah)
I feel like Mclovin
I'm in her throat like some robitussin
I'm hittin it hard like a concussion
My niggas some shooters like they in the Pac 10
And no I'm not capping
On that bullshit
Get shot like John Paxton
Pull out a camera
These niggas be acting
(On JXH)
And I got the answers
So I don't need practice
(But I got my mind on my muhf*cking money)
I got my mind on the money
If it's not commas you know i'm not coming
You get the sack but you niggas be fumbling
My brotha get packs he flip em and tumble em
And stay wit a piece cause niggas be puzzling
Can't f*ck wit or trust em niggas on f*ck shit
Ain't bout the talking we don't do discussions
Choppa clap him like drums ain't no percussion
I got my mind on the money
If it's not commas you know i'm not coming
You get the sack but you niggas be fumbling
My brotha get packs he flip em and tumble em
And stay wit a piece cause niggas be puzzling
Can't f*ck wit or trust em niggas on f*ck shit
Ain't bout the talking we don't do discussions
Choppa clap him like drums ain't no percussion