[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin Ill put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump a hustler from the start
Something in your chest then open up your heart
Im bouta bet itlike Memphis 10 they get it get it
Gotta have it have it take it all man if they let me
Ima run it put somethin on it instead of bet it
Its that money dont make no money buddy Im ready
Can I get it? Its win or lose you know the rules
We rollin we didnt hit it now pay your dues

[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin that cash flow
Im all about that paper no credit just straight dough
And for all who dont know theres money out to be made
So get it while you can and still its just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga youd be amazed
That time waits for no one so God I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin whats given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin up all my change
From quarters to dimes as you see this aint no game
So pick up on your pimpin get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Sean Paul]
Just call me the money maker bread taker
Nigga Breaker the pocket raper money scraper
May do me a favor stay the f*ck up out my way-a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya think of no anger no player hater
No bumpin heads when it come to gettin this paper
Im a player runnin wit the hand that was dealt
Flippin my work ridin the left fully equipped
Aint f*ckin wit hoes unless talkin bout bread
Duckin these streets givin these strangers some head
Bringin it back makin sho my pockets swole
Workin the streets now they know they my hoes

[J-Bo]
I must aint had it I gotta get it
Nothin to lose shoot me a quarter and watch me flip it
Shakin these haters down the line they somethin wicked
You on a roll then pay yo dues then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar round this world theres nothin better
But keep it boomin like a system thru any weather
Stackin my green thats somethin good Im on a mission
Trappin hard just like I should no penny pinchin
And for the gold we steady missin and reminisin
Buy some S aint even hittin so stop yo flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There aint no playin wit my thang when you see my foe
Act like ya know

[Chorus - x2]