Представляем точный текст композиции "Mind On My Money" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Dj Screw . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Mind On My Money» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Dj Screw передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Dj Screw - "Mind On My Money"
Lyrics to Mind On My Money : (feat. The Screwed Up Click) [Everybody talking] Man its about five in the motherfuckin morning (Ha, ha, ha) And a nigga cant sleep (Ha, ha, ha), ya know what Im sayin Im thristy than a bitch, whats the deal Shit Im bout to call up my bitch in the paint See what she up to, know what Im sayin Pull over and see whats the deal, know what Im sayin Nineteen ninety motherfuckin nine (Nineteen ninety nine) Nineteen ninety nine, cant you see, nineteen ninety nine (The whole Screwed Up Family) third coast, H-Town Texas ballers (Real Gs hook it up) Got my money on my mind (Cause we down south) [Hook] We got our mind on our money, money on our mind Screwed Up Click for life and ya know we put it down We got our mind on our money, money on our mind Finger on our trigga nigga, hand on our nine [DJ Screw] I gotta thinkin that Im makin money all day And to my niggas that know, we all ball this way Never ever set trippin got love for Gs Pimpin on my nigga, rise up of these I broke em off in 92 schools, shit on the under 96, 97 gotta trunk full of thunder All screwed up, pausin music in the streets And got the Feds kickin down doors searchin for the cheese Down south, black Jeeps slangin dope ass tapes Chopin up records, spittin game in the brace Outsiders lookin in tryin to see what Im doin Im inside lookin out now they plan is ruined Police takin pictures of the crib yellin "Drugs sold" 100,000 sold, what the fuck I need drug fo DJ Screw, independent in this game Sippin Cogn with my niggas, aint a damn thang changed [Hook x2] [Al-D] I didnt fall off like ya thought I would I done hopped of lockdown, ballin in the hood Gd up on the set, soakin wet Hoes lickin my sweat, from my ankles to my neck And I aint through yet, fixin to cash my check Smoke a gank of stanky dank and ride until the sunset In my Hoo-Doo jammin nothin but screw-zoo Makin boo-koo, Im on the ends like I used to Still true to the game, swervin lane to lane Mary Jane got my window pane foggy in the rain And man what a shame I feel so good Fresh off lock, a nigga back in the hood Ballin outta control pockets roll to get swole up Screwed Up Click worldwide and takin over Southside for life, this is Al-D Livin my life as a young black G [Hook x2] [Mike-D] Yeah my cars roll candy and my hoops stay tinted Southside, 3rd Ward represent like Im in it Now these niggas out here comin and these cuts aint givin a damn Better adapt, as they strapped, why these hoes got me tapped Get a slub and hit em in the freckles Lookin for Hyde crock a lie with the Jeckyll Chick be a trip so I peep when I flip They get more and more hip with every bumpin hit With the turns, lettin it burn, dodgin white folks Zones to the dome got me guffed in weed smoke These streets be like freaks ready to fuck, butt naked Get some of that head when they least expect it Glock sittin on my hoods hip and Ima bail That shit was hell, had my ace brain under my fingernail Better smell the dope analyze the lines Gone off pine stayin crooked all the times [Hook x2] [Clay-Doe] In this game if ya snooze ya lose I paid my dues, roads to riches is the path I choose Stackin my fetti full focus, with my eyes on the prize Watchin for hoes and foes while Im on the uprise Fill the heater with extra clips, rollin so low Cause ya never know what homo wanna break ya off on the low low Ridin for mine cause I trust my bitch, my glock For these niggas that shortstop, I bombard they road blocks And marked for death versus a damn Mafia hit Got me fucked up from droppin LPs with the Click We talk the talk and we walk the walk Realest niggas from the south straight hoggin with the galk We got our mind on our money, money on our mind My fingers on my trigga and Im gone off nine [DJ Screw ad-libs] [ Mind On My Money Lyrics ]
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