Losing My Mind
Gorilla Zoe Ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics
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(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind) Chea
(Money on my mind)
(Money money on my mind) Chea
(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind) That's right
(Money money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind) Bitch
(Money on my mind)
(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) You know
(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) Bitch
(Money money on my mind) Bitch
(Money money on my mind) Ayy
(So money is all I think of)
Stepping out the motherfucking car, they in awe
I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me make a wish
Holla at your motherfucking boy, J-R
Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (yeah)
Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed, 'cause my toilet paper thick
I know, but trip and that .40 make a chip
Out a potato-head wimp, then, like ranch, I dip (gone)
And the hustle is all muscle, just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle, I just lift (one-two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist
Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talking
(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind)
Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
(Money money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
Get money, get money, get money, yeah
(So money is all I think of)
(Money on my mind)
(Money money on my mind)
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money, yeah
Nigga, get it in a slump, if you know how
In the heart of the summer, we need a snow plow
What you know about that? Baby, it's your time
Coke transactions on the phone, we call it "blow jobs"
Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch, getting sloppy with the pots (bitch!)
Hopping off the boat, meeting Papi at the docks
He tell me I'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm getting paid
Money Over Bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave
Developed at a young age, go after what pays
These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first date
I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
That cake, like it's-it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace, ya heard me?
Where money's more important than a person
(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind)
Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
(Money money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
Get money, get money, get money, yeah
(So money is all I think of)
(Money on my mind)
(Money money on my mind)
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar
I'm digging in the game tryna get some money out her
I'm so vain it's a problem
There ain't a stain on these Pradas, I'm just being modest
Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
Wheel around the city, let the tints hide me
"That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it"
Forever symbolizing the grind, it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy-up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby
I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby
I love it, I fucking love it
I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public
Riding to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothing
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind)
Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
(Money money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind)
Get money, get money, get money, yeah
(So money is all I think of)
(Money on my mind)
(Money money on my mind)
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
The lyrics of "Losing My Mind" by Gorilla Zoe ft. Lil Wayne reflects an obsession with money. In the opening lines, Gorilla Zoe repeatedly emphasizes this obsession with the repetition of "Money on my mind." Throughout the song, the rappers highlight their luxurious lifestyles, from the cars they drive to the clothes they wear. Lil Wayne boasts about his wealth, stating that he doesn't struggle when it comes to money, he just lifts. The focus on wealth seems to be all-consuming, with the chorus of "Money on my mind" repeated several times throughout the song.
The lyrics also touch on some illegal activities, such as drug dealing, as well as the dangers that come with this lifestyle. Lil Wayne mentions having to get rid of his old girlfriend because she was getting sloppy with the pots, suggesting that she was potentially a liability. There is also a reference to avoiding authorities while doing illegal activities with the line, "Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops." The lyrics describe a fast-paced, high-risk way of life where the ultimate goal is to gain and accumulate wealth.
Overall, "Losing My Mind" is a song that glorifies the pursuit of wealth and the lifestyle that comes with it. While the lyrics offer an interesting commentary on modern rap and hiphop culture, they also highlight the problematic nature of focusing solely on money and material possessions.
Line by Line Meaning
Money on my mind
Money is all I think of
Money money on my mind
Money is all I think of
That's right
Money is all I think of
Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind
Money is all I think of
So money is all I think of
Money is all I think of
Stepping out the motherfucking car, they in awe
I am impressive and garner attention just by getting out of my car
I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me make a wish
I am a star and people make wishes upon seeing me
Holla at your motherfucking boy, J-R
Contact me, J-R, if you need anything
Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (yeah)
Birdman is my father figure. I was born and raised rich.
Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
I am great, as depicted by referring to myself as 'the shit'
Got these other haters pissed, 'cause my toilet paper thick
I am so wealthy that I can afford high-quality toilet paper, which angers those who are jealous of my wealth
I know, but trip and that .40 make a chip
I am dangerous and can easily harm those who cross me
Out a potato-head wimp, then, like ranch, I dip (gone)
I can kill someone with a gunshot and then dispose of their body quickly
And the hustle is all muscle, just strength
I am strong and tough, which helps me in my hustling and making money
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle, I just lift (one-two)
I can handle any obstacle that comes my way when it comes to making money
I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip
I am in control of the game and make a lot of money from it
Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist
I have a lot of money on me, both in my hand and on my wrist
Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
I am so successful in selling drugs that I can make money from just a quarter of a kilogram, and attribute my success to my flashy lifestyle
I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
I sell drugs like I'm a pimp selling women
Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
I am going to dominate the market and make a lot of money doing it
If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talking
If we are discussing money, then we have my full attention
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
I am not interested in women, only money
Get money, get money, get money, yeah
All I care about is making money
Nigga, get it in a slump, if you know how
Even during hard economic times, I can still make money
In the heart of the summer, we need a snow plow
I am making so much money that I don't need to worry about the weather
Coke transactions on the phone, we call it "blow jobs"
I conduct drug deals over the phone and refer to them as 'blow jobs'
Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops
I am too smart for law enforcement agents and cannot be caught
Had to ditch my old bitch, getting sloppy with the pots (bitch!)
I had to get rid of my old partner for being clumsy while cooking drugs
Hopping off the boat, meeting Papi at the docks
I am meeting my supplier, Papi, at the docks
He tell me I'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm getting paid
My supplier comments on my wealth and I respond by saying that it's simply a result of making money
Money Over Bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave
I prioritize making money over all else, even when I die
Developed at a young age, go after what pays
I learned from a young age that I should focus on making money and prioritize it above all else
These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays
I wear expensive sunglasses to protect my eyes from the sun
I drop a car note in the mall on the first date
I spend a lot of money when going out with a girl for the first time
I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
I will do anything to make money, even if it's not legal or moral
That cake, like it's-it's my birthday
I am making so much money that it feels like my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace, ya heard me?
I am from New Orleans and I want to make sure everyone knows it
Where money's more important than a person
In New Orleans, making money is prioritized over human life
Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar
I am smoking marijuana and thinking about how to make more money at the same time
I'm digging in the game tryna get some money out her
I am putting in work to make money in the game (likely the drug trade)
I'm so vain it's a problem
I am overly concerned with my appearance to the point that it is a negative trait
There ain't a stain on these Pradas, I'm just being modest
I wear expensive shoes but remain modest about it
Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it
I have a beautiful girlfriend and teach her how to manage our wealth wisely
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
My girlfriend is still supportive despite not receiving any of our profits
Wheel around the city, let the tints hide me
I drive around the city with tinted windows to remain anonymous
"That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it"
People recognize that I am a ruthless and successful individual
Forever symbolizing the grind, it don't walk to you
I am always working hard to make money, it does not come to me easily
I make it run like horses do
I work hard and drive my success, like a jockey does with a horse
Giddy-up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby
If a man has money, then we should try to make money off of him
I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby
I am obsessed with making money
I love it, I fucking love it
I love making money
I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public
I am successful because of my own hard work, and do not care about the public's opinion
Riding to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothing
I am alone in my car because I do not trust anyone else
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
I am armed with a gun while on my way to make money
Lyrics © Budde Music Publishing GmbH, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andrew Harr, Dwayne Carter, Jermaine Jackson, Johnny Mollings, Leonardo Mollings
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@chrisconley4261
Who still listening in 2023?
@bcis1garrb72
This guy!
@NishaNisha-xr9zu
1st time in 2024
@seanbrackett3228
Remember when this came out 13 yrs ago
@melaninmagic8742
I just started thinking about this song, and I typed I think I’m losing my mind 2007 and this popped up, I haven’t heard this song in YEARS.
@KamDaGoat318
I jus did the same thing lol
@Jesus-fj7yr
Who' still fuck with this in 2022
@user-cu8ds3rp2s
Still a banger
@valerierae3831
iM CRYING BLOODY TEARS AND HELLA FADED RIGHT NOW MATEYS THESE SHIT IS FOREVER iCONIC AND TAKES ME HELLA BACK❣
🙏🏽💜💯✝️☸🤙🏽
@robum1284
Song keeps me at calm