Mad Money

Verse 1:
Whole lot of money on my mind here
All I speak is time shares
All I know is stocks and bonds
Real estate, this my year
Presidential Roli tell time here
Got two 9's with dime rears
With two 9's in their Damier's
She say toma papi- I say dame, yea
Diamonds clear
Never forget I came from there
Bullet tips with your name on there
You Get aired like planes flew in there
Yea I grew in there
Concrete jungle souvenirs
Consist of bullets wounds and a buck 50 from ear to ear
Get this clear

Verse 2:
Whole lotta money on my mind again
I'm up all night again
Draw up plays like Phil Jackson
I got the soul like mike to win
Just a thought of the money got me hype
Marat get me on the line with Hype
Somebody gotta film this right
Sooner or later they'll try to kill this life
But in the meantime
Fuck these niggas with these weak grinds
Slim pockets don't eat right
I'm at a green light throwing the peace sign
In a new coupe with the peace sign
AMG shit