Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Dennis
Songwriter
Lyrics
Money on my mind but I ain't trippin' bout it
Drippin' funds lately my account is sick and countin'
Could fix some wine still don't know what bitches bitchin' bout
Still don't give a fuck if I can get one out it
It's not much to choose it's too much to gain still
I'm not here to lose I'm out with the gang still
These **** ain't real
Im that gap that **** can't feel
I don't know what's up with **** poppin' pain pills
And feel the pain still
Still do this shit that's on this side, **** know me if they see me
Still might pull up in yo bitch ride, might be local but on TV
Where I come from we don't switch sides
Everybody tryna dick ride
When I stand on my money I'm 6'5, in the bottle just like a genie
Everybody in my face now that I'm poppin'
I got all these bitches face down I got options
Now I'm in a better place money in the case now
Neighbors yellin' turn the bass down
Never seeing eye to eye but they keep watchin'
Money on my mind but I ain't trippin' bout it
Drippin' funds lately my account is sick and countin'
Could fix some wine still don't know what bitches bitchin' bout
Still don't give a fuck if I can get one out it
It's not much to choose it's too much to gain still
I'm not here to lose I'm out with the gang still
These **** ain't real
Im that gap that **** can't feel
I don't know what's up with **** poppin' pain pills
And feel the pain still
I ain't trippin' bout it
They can't see me gassed, they vision cloudy
My shit melodic, she like the way I dress, need a bitch that's poppin'
Make me the topic
I'm tryna level up, I'm tryna make this profit
Stop pocket-watchin'
I'm a bad bitch, just approach with caution
I got options I got deals and doin' numbers too
I might just take your bitch and never give her back to you
My money long, like 6 feet tall, I'm looking down on you
And if I got it my **** know they got it too
Got it too
Then my **** know they got it too
Money on my mind but I ain't trippin' bout it
Drippin' funds lately my account is sick and countin'
Could fix some wine still don't know what bitches bitchin' bout
Still don't give a fuck if I can get one out it
It's not much to choose it's too much to gain still
I'm not here to lose I'm out with the gang still
These **** ain't real
Im that gap that **** can't feel
I don't know what's up with **** poppin' pain pills
And feel the pain still
Written by: Xavier Dennis
