Money On My Mind )
lil wayne Lyrics


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Yeah
(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)
(So money is all I think of) That's right
(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

Overall Meaning

In “Money on My Mind”, Lil Wayne talks about his obsession with money and the hustle that it takes to make money. He describes how he is always thinking about money and all his actions are aimed at making more money. He boasts of his wealth and his luxurious lifestyle. He says he is a self-made millionaire and that he doesn't care about the public. He also talks about his successful drug deals with Papi, calls himself a pimp, and even disses his old girlfriend. Overall, the song reflects Lil Wayne's obsession with money and his desire to keep accumulating wealth.


While the song was initially released in 2005, it wasn't until 2007 that it gained real popularity after it featured on Lil Wayne's mixtape "The Drought Is Over 2 (Carter 3 Sessions)". The song was produced by the production duo the Runners, and it features a prominent electric guitar riff throughout. The lyrics are characteristic of Lil Wayne's style and showcase his rap skills, wordplay, and creativity. The song is also notable for some of its memorable lines such as "Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit" and "Money over bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave."


Line by Line Meaning

Money on my mind
All I can think about is money.


Money on my mind
I am obsessed with money.


Money money on my mind
I am constantly thinking about money.


Money on my mind
Money is my priority.


Money money on my mind
I am consumed by the desire to make money.


So money is all I think of
I am fixated on making money.


Money on my mind
My thoughts are centered around money.


Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind
I am absolutely focused on earning money.


Bitch
Casual exclamation.


Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind
I am dedicated to making money.


Bitch
Casual exclamation.


Money money on my mind
I am singularly focused on accumulating wealth.


Bitch
Casual exclamation.


Money money on my mind
I am most concerned with money.


Ay
Casual interjection.


Stepping out the motherfucking car, they in awe
When I get out of my car, people are impressed.


I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me make a wish
I look like a celebrity and people make wishes when they see me.


Holla at your motherfucking boy, J-R
Call me, J-R.


Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (yeah)
Birdman is like a father to me, and I was born into a wealthy family.


Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
I am extremely talented and successful.


Got these other haters pissed, 'cause my toilet paper thick
Jealous haters are angry because I have a lot of money.


I know, but trip and that .40 make a chip
If someone tries to mess with me, I'll use my gun to take them down.


Out a potato-head wimp, then, like ranch, I dip (gone)
I'll shoot a weak and helpless person, then escape.


And the hustle is all muscle, just strength
Being successful requires hard work and strength of character.


When it comes to that weight I don't struggle, I just lift (one-two)
I am able to handle any challenge with ease.


I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip
I control 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 in cash and jewelry.


Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
I can make a lot of money from a small amount of drugs, and I credit my wrist bling.


I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
I can make a lot of money selling cocaine and I am good at it.


Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
I am going to dominate the market.


If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talking
Money is all that matters in this conversation.


Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
I am not interested in women for any reason beyond sex.


Get money, get money, get money, yeah
I am focused on making money.


So money is all I think of
Making money is the primary focus of my life.


Get money, fuck bitches
Making money is more important than pursuing romantic or sexual relationships with women.


Fuck bitches, get money
Women are of secondary importance to making money.


Fuck bitches, get money, yeah
Making money is more important than having relationships with women.


Nigga, get it in a slump, if you know how
You can make money even when the economy is bad.


In the heart of the summer, we need a snow plow
We are dealing with a lot of money and need to keep it all organized.


What you know about that? Baby, it's your time
Do you know anything about this? Now is your chance to find out.


Coke transactions on the phone, we call it "blow jobs"
We talk on the phone about cocaine sales and refer to them as 'blow jobs.'


Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops
I am too clever and confident to be caught by the police.


Had to ditch my old bitch, getting sloppy with the pots (bitch!)
I had to break up with my girlfriend who was causing problems with my drug business.


Hopping off the boat, meeting Papi at the docks
I am meeting my drug supplier for a transaction.


He tell me I'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm getting paid
My supplier says I am becoming more successful, and I respond that I am earning more money.


Money Over Bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave
Earning money is more important than anything else, and I will say this until I die.


Developed at a young age, go after what pays
I learned at a young age that pursuing money is the most important thing.


These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays
I am wearing 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 on dates.


I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
I will do whatever it takes to make money, even if it is illegal or risky.


That cake, like it's-it's my birthday
I have a lot of money and it feels like a celebration.


New Orleans my birthplace, ya heard me?
I was born in New Orleans.


Where money's more important than a person
In New Orleans, having money is more important than anything else.


Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar
I am smoking marijuana and thinking about how to make more money.


I'm digging in the game tryna get some money out her
I am working hard in the drug business to make money.


I'm so vain it's a problem
I am obsessively self-absorbed.


There ain't a stain on these Pradas, I'm just being modest
My designer shoes are clean, but I am pretending to be modest.


Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it
I have a beautiful female partner whom I am teaching how to make money.


She still down and she don't get none of the profit
She is still committed to me even though she does not make any money.


Wheel around the city, let the tints hide me
I am driving around the city in a car with tinted windows.


"That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it"
People think I am a cool and tough guy, even though they cannot see who is inside the car.


Forever symbolizing the grind, it don't walk to you
I am always striving to make more money and you have to work hard to achieve success.


I make it run like horses do
I am able to make money come to me easily like a horse running.


Giddy-up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby
Go get money from someone who has it.


I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby
I am addicted to making money.


I love it, I fucking love it
I love making money.


I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public
I earned all my money myself and I do not care what people think of me.


Riding to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothing
I am alone because I do not trust anyone.


Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
I am carrying a gun with me while I am going to earn money.




Lyrics © Budde Music Publishing GmbH, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andrew Harr, Dwayne Carter, Jermaine Jackson, Johnny Mollings, Leonardo Mollings

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