Money On My Mind
Lil' Wayne Lyrics

Yeah
Confirmation of the following lines being true

(Money on my mind)
Money is all I'm thinking about

(Money on my mind) Chea
Reinforcement that money is all he thinks about

(Money money on my mind) Chea
Another reinforcement that money is all he thinks about

(Money on my mind) That's right
Confirming that money is the only thing he's thinking about, and that he's proud of it

(Money money on my mind)
Repeating his obsession with money

(So money is all I think of) That's right
Money controls his every thought and he fully embraces it

(Money on my mind) Bitch
Calling someone a Bitch while thinking about money

(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) You know
Stating that this isn't a secret, he's openly obsessed with money and everyone knows it

(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) Bitch
Repeating the fact that his obsession with money is known, and again calling someone a Bitch while doing so

(Money money on my mind) Bitch
Repeating his obsession with money and calling someone a Bitch

(Money money on my mind) Ayy
Affirming that he cannot stop thinking about money

(So money is all I think of)
Repeat of the main theme - all he thinks about is money

Stepping out the motherfucking car, they in awe
People are amazed by him and his wealth

I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me make a wish
He looks like a star, and when people see him they wish to have his money and success

Holla at your motherfucking boy, J-R
Saying what's up to his friend/associate J-R

Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (yeah)
Birdman is like his father, and he was born rich

Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
He's calling himself the best

Got these other haters pissed, 'cause my toilet paper thick
He's rubbing his money in people's faces and it bothers them

I know, but trip and that .40 make a chip
He has a gun and is willing to use it to protect his wealth

Out a potato-head wimp, then, like ranch, I dip (gone)
He's comparing his violence to dipping fries in ranch dressing as mockery to his enemies

And the hustle is all muscle, just strength
He's not a scam artist or a cheater - his success comes from working hard and being strong

When it comes to that weight I don't struggle, I just lift (one-two)
He's saying selling drugs is easy for him

I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip
He's got control of the game and is making money because of it

Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist
He has enough money to throw around at whatever he wants

Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
He's explaining how he makes his profits by selling drugs

I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
He's comparing his success in the drug world to being a pimp since he's making money off of others

Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
He's planning to dominate the market and make more money than anyone else

If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talking
All he wants to talk about is money and how to make more of it

Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
He doesn't care about anything other than money

Get money, get money, get money, yeah
His only goal is to make more money

Get money, fuck bitches
Making it clear that money is more important than anything else

Fuck bitches, get money
His opinions on the order of priority

Fuck bitches, get money, yeah
Life can be perfect if bitches don't bother him and he has more money

Nigga, get it in a slump, if you know how
He's saying that he can make money even when others can't

In the heart of the summer, we need a snow plow
He's comparing the amount of money he makes to snow - it's never-ending

What you know about that? Baby, it's your time
He's challenging anyone who thinks they can make more money than him and says it's their chance to try

Coke transactions on the phone, we call it "blow jobs"
He's talking about how he makes money selling drugs

Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops
He's saying that he moves so quickly that the cops can't catch him

Had to ditch my old bitch, getting sloppy with the pots (bitch!)
He got rid of his old partner who was causing problems for him

Hopping off the boat, meeting Papi at the docks
He's likely bringing drugs over from another country

He tell me I'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm getting paid
He's putting on weight because he's making a lot of money

Money Over Bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave
Money is the most important thing to him

Developed at a young age, go after what pays
He learned from a young age that making money is important and he's been chasing it since then

These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays
He's showing off his expensive sunglasses

I drop a car note in the mall on the first date
He's showing off again, saying he can spend a lot of money on a first date

I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
Making money is the most important thing to him, not how he makes it

That cake, like it's-it's my birthday
He's comparing making money to getting a birthday cake

New Orleans my birthplace, ya heard me?
He's proud of where he's from and how it shaped him

Where money's more important than a person
Money is seen as more important than people in his environment

Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar
Money is always on his mind

I'm digging in the game tryna get some money out her
He's putting all his efforts into making money

I'm so vain it's a problem
He's admitting that he's overly obsessed with his own success

There ain't a stain on these Pradas, I'm just being modest
He's saying that even though he wears expensive things, he's actually being humble

Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it
He has a beautiful woman who he's teaching how to make money

She still down and she don't get none of the profit
She's still loyal even though he doesn't share his money with her

Wheel around the city, let the tints hide me
He's driving around the city while hiding from others

"That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it"
People are admiring his car

Forever symbolizing the grind, it don't walk to you
He's saying that success doesn't come to you, you have to work hard for it

I make it run like horses do
He can make money out of nowhere, like a horse can run out of nowhere

Giddy-up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby
He's telling women to go after men who have money like he does

I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby
He's admitting that his obsession with money is insane

I love it, I fucking love it
He's saying he loves making money

I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public
He made all of his money and believes he doesn't owe anything to anyone else

Riding to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothing
He's keeping to himself because he doesn't trust anyone

Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
He's taking precautions to protect his wealth while on the move