Babyface Ray - Money On My Mind (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Babyface Ray - Money On My Mind (en) Lyrics
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We Astronauts with this shit
(I just need my space right now)
I've seen the times changed
Game gettin' bigger, the
circle get smaller
She cry when she don't get her
way, 'cause I got her spoiled
Cool, calm, and flexin' on niggas,
I feel like Shedeur
Louis everything, I don't like
it, I change to Dior
Niggas bite the hand that feed
'em, I'm guessin' they greedy
She had a man decided to leave
him, she tryna chase me
Put that shit on, start twеakin',
just call me AB
Black Moet in the club
and I ain't еighteen
You don't come through and show
love like you used to
You don't pull up to the hood
like you used to (Nah)
You don't get it in, bust juugs
like you used to (Nah)
You don't split pills and pour
mud like we used to (Nah)
Five-star nigga I can tell
you ain't used to it
Sorry, I don't fold, I don't quit
'cause I've been through it
Midwest swangin' through them
functions sippin' pimp juice
Money on my mind, so it's
hard for me to miss you
Back then, I ain't have a lot,
sittin' in my Travis Scotts
New phone, baggin' up, clientele,
baggin' out
Tellin' me to sign right here
and get a large amount
If I ever do some flaw shit,
you better call it out
Took about three weeks, tryna
read the fine print
Came in dolo, that's
who I'm dyin' with
You ain't had to drive, had
to fly, had to slime shit
Everything black-blacked out,
oh, that's MOB shit
Five star nigga I can tell
you ain't used to it
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