Chords for Money On My Mind

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Eb

Abm

Ab

B

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Money On My Mind chords
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[Eb] Yeah
Money on my [Abm] mind, money on my mind Money on my mind, [Eb] money on my mind
[B] Money on my [Abm] mind, so [Eb] money is all I think of
[Abm] Money on my mind, money on my my
Money [Eb]
on my Yeah [Abm] onions! Bitch
Bitch
[Eb] Ayyy
Steppin out the [Abm] muthafuckin car
Day in out
I'm lookin' like a star, bitch, when you see me make a wish
Holla at your motherfuckin' ball, J.R.
Birdman, my Paul, bitch, Paul Brandt, born rich
Dear Mr.
Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed, cause my toilet paper thick, I know
[Eb] But [Ab] trippin' at 40, make a chip out a potato head wimp
[Abm] Then like ranch, I dip
And the hustle [Ab] was all muscle, just strength
When it comes to that weight, I [Eb] don't struggle, I just lift
I got my [Ab] hand on the game, yeah, I make this grip
Hundred grand [Eb] in my fist, same on my wrist
Can't keep [Ab] money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
I whip coke [Eb] like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
Lil' [Ab] nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin' bout money, [Eb] baby, now we talkin'
Money [Abm] on my mind, money on my mind
Money on my mind, [Eb] money on my mind
Money [Abm] on my mind, money on my mind
Get money, [Eb] get money, get [Abm] money, yeah
Get money, [Eb] get bitches, get [Abm] bitches
Get money, fuck bitches, [Eb] get money, yeah
Nigga, [Abm] get it in the slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer, we need a snow plow
What you know bout that, baby?
It's showtime, coke transactions
On the phone, we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops
At the ditch, my old bitch gettin' sloppy with the pot
[Eb] Hoppin' off the [Ab] boat, me and poppy at the docks
They tell me I'm gainin' weight, I [Abm] tell them I'm gettin' paid
Money, old [Ab] bitch, I'm yellin' it to the grave
Developed at a young [Eb] age, go after what pays
These [Ab] cabanas, sun shades, blockin' sun rays
I drop a cardinal [Eb] in the mall on the first date
I gotta [Ab] get it even if it's in the worst way
That cake [Eb] like it's my birthday
New [Ab] Orleans, my birthplace
You heard me, where money's more important [Eb] than the purse
[Abm]
Fuck bitches, [Eb] fuck bitches, fuck [Abm] bitches
Get money, [Eb] get money, get [Abm] money, yeah
Get money, [Eb] fuck bitches, fuck [Abm] bitches
Get money, fuck bitches, [Eb] get money
Twistin' up the [Abm] blunt, thinkin' bout my next dollar
I'm diggin' in the game, tryin' to get some money out of
I'm so vain, it's a problem
There ain't a stain on these products
I'm just bein' modest
Got me a guy that's sure how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
[Eb] We're around [Ab] the city, let the tents hide me
That's a cold motherfucker
[Eb] Whoever [Abm] inside it, whoever [Ab] symbolizing the grind
It don't walk to you, I make it run [Eb] like horses do
Giddy up baby, [Ab] if he got it then hit him up baby
I know it's crazy [Eb] but I can't get enough baby
I [Ab] love it, I fuckin' love it
I'm a self-made millionaire, [Eb] fuck the public
Ridin' to [Ab] myself cause I don't fuck with nothin'
Pistol on my lap [Eb] on the way to the money
[Abm] Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
[Eb]
Money, [Abm] you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
[Eb] Money, you a motherfucker
[Abm] [Eb] [Abm]
[Eb]
[Abm]
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_ _ _ [Eb] Yeah
Money on my [Abm] mind, money on my mind Money on my mind, [Eb] money on my mind
[B] Money on my [Abm] mind, _ _ so [Eb] money is all I think of
[Abm] Money on my mind, money on my my
Money _ [Eb]
on my_ Yeah [Abm] onions!_ Bitch _
Bitch
[Eb] Ayyy
_ Steppin out the [Abm] muthafuckin car
Day in out
I'm lookin' like a star, bitch, when you see me make a wish
Holla at your motherfuckin' ball, J.R.
Birdman, my Paul, bitch, Paul Brandt, born rich
Dear Mr.
Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed, cause my toilet paper thick, I know
[Eb] But [Ab] trippin' at 40, make a chip out a potato head wimp
[Abm] Then like ranch, I dip
And the hustle [Ab] was all muscle, just strength
When it comes to that weight, I [Eb] don't struggle, I just lift
I got my [Ab] hand on the game, yeah, I make this grip
Hundred grand [Eb] in my fist, same on my wrist
Can't keep [Ab] money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
I whip coke [Eb] like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
Lil' [Ab] nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin' bout money, [Eb] baby, now we talkin'
Money [Abm] on my mind, money on my mind
Money on my mind, [Eb] money on my mind
Money [Abm] on my mind, money on my mind
Get money, [Eb] get money, get [Abm] money, yeah
_ Get money, [Eb] get bitches, get [Abm] bitches
Get money, fuck bitches, [Eb] get money, yeah
Nigga, [Abm] get it in the slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer, we need a snow plow
What you know bout that, baby?
It's showtime, coke transactions
On the phone, we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops
At the ditch, my old bitch gettin' sloppy with the pot
[Eb] Hoppin' off the [Ab] boat, me and poppy at the docks
They tell me I'm gainin' weight, I [Abm] tell them I'm gettin' paid
Money, old [Ab] bitch, I'm yellin' it to the grave
Developed at a young [Eb] age, go after what pays
These [Ab] cabanas, sun shades, blockin' sun rays
I drop a cardinal [Eb] in the mall on the first date
I gotta [Ab] get it even if it's in the worst way
That cake [Eb] like it's my birthday
New [Ab] Orleans, my birthplace
You heard me, where money's more important [Eb] than the purse
_ [Abm] _
_ Fuck bitches, [Eb] fuck bitches, fuck [Abm] bitches
_ Get money, [Eb] get money, get [Abm] money, yeah
Get money, [Eb] fuck bitches, fuck [Abm] bitches
Get money, fuck bitches, [Eb] get money
Twistin' up the [Abm] blunt, thinkin' bout my next dollar
I'm diggin' in the game, tryin' to get some money out of
I'm so vain, it's a problem
There ain't a stain on these products
I'm just bein' modest
Got me a guy that's sure how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
[Eb] We're around [Ab] the city, let the tents hide me
That's a cold motherfucker
[Eb] Whoever [Abm] inside it, whoever [Ab] symbolizing the grind
It don't walk to you, I make it run [Eb] like horses do
Giddy up baby, [Ab] if he got it then hit him up baby
I know it's crazy [Eb] but I can't get enough baby
I [Ab] love it, I fuckin' love it
I'm a self-made millionaire, [Eb] fuck the public
Ridin' to [Ab] myself cause I don't fuck with nothin'
Pistol on my lap [Eb] on the way to the money
[Abm] Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
[Eb] _
Money, [Abm] you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
Money, you a motherfucker
[Eb] Money, you a motherfucker
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