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On The Money Video (MV)




Performed By: Rob Vicious
Language: English
Written by: Robert Magee




Rob Vicious - On The Money Lyrics




(Verse)
Only thing that's on a nigga mind is get money
And, you aint doin' the same you need to get far from me
Might f*ck around and go insane, bitch I'm a real crash dummy
Ain't a hundred K then it's change, no it ain't real cash money

Thank God I aint one of them niggas that get dough and act funny
I aint worried bout friends baby, I know the stacks love me
'Fore I had a hundred bands, I had a hundred crack junkies
When you was kickin' a can, I really had a trap jumpin'

So you the man with the plan, then let me see you stack somethin'
Dollar signs on my eyes cause I can see the racks comin'
The opps is on the gram, I see these niggas back subbin'
But he ran fast as he can when we pulled up in black suburbans

We got choppas like sand niggas, but we ain't rockin' turbans
Bitch i'm Rob Vicious, i'm not your average person
Nigga who not with it I have my savage lurkin'
Off that henny baby I aint never drinkin' no bourbon

Ay
Might sound funny, but if I die then we die
And, that nigga said that he gettin' money he lied
Told him get some money he looked at me and cried
And I aint cashin' out on shit if I cant buy it 3 times

(Hook)
Mind on the money, money on the mind
Long as everybody eats, then I'm gone be fine
Life's so bittersweet, then you die
Want money like me, all you got to do is try

Mind on the money, money on the mind
Long as everybody eats, then I'm gone be fine
Life's so bittersweet, then you die
Want money like me, all you got to do is try
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(Verse)
Only thing that's on a nigga mind is get money
And, you aint doin' the same you need to get far from me
Might f*ck around and go insane, bitch I'm a real crash dummy
Ain't a hundred K then it's change, no it ain't real cash money

Thank God I aint one of them niggas that get dough and act funny
I aint worried bout friends baby, I know the stacks love me
'Fore I had a hundred bands, I had a hundred crack junkies
When you was kickin' a can, I really had a trap jumpin'

So you the man with the plan, then let me see you stack somethin'
Dollar signs on my eyes cause I can see the racks comin'
The opps is on the gram, I see these niggas back subbin'
But he ran fast as he can when we pulled up in black suburbans

We got choppas like sand niggas, but we ain't rockin' turbans
Bitch i'm Rob Vicious, i'm not your average person
Nigga who not with it I have my savage lurkin'
Off that henny baby I aint never drinkin' no bourbon

Ay
Might sound funny, but if I die then we die
And, that nigga said that he gettin' money he lied
Told him get some money he looked at me and cried
And I aint cashin' out on shit if I cant buy it 3 times

(Hook)
Mind on the money, money on the mind
Long as everybody eats, then I'm gone be fine
Life's so bittersweet, then you die
Want money like me, all you got to do is try

Mind on the money, money on the mind
Long as everybody eats, then I'm gone be fine
Life's so bittersweet, then you die
Want money like me, all you got to do is try
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Writer: Robert Magee
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