Sitting up so high, feel like my nose bleed 
I left that lil money in my old jeans 
And speaking of alphabets, I know OGs 
Offshore accounts, overseas 
No tint, so you know its me
Mind on that money, mind on that money , yeah, bitch
Money on mind, money on my mind 
Money on my mind, money, money on my mind , ayy
Mind on that money, nah, money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind, mind, mind
I got the racks on my mind
Im talkin bout mine, mine
Got them racks on me the long way
Hunnids on me, they thinner than a thong, baby
I feel like Im on the moon way long, baby
Tell the bitch to take that like Diddy Kong, baby
Me and Quan like Jay and Ye, Watch the Throne, baby
Creepin in that black truck just like the song say
Hey, and that car was from Malone, baby
She my ex just like Mill, oh, Im gunning real
I told the boy I got a tip if its dub seal
You been pussy, I see your whiskers bout as long as a seal
She look at me, I look by green like a Navy Seal
You cry, I swear to God, Ima try fuck your tears
Sitting up so high, feel like my nose bleed 
I left that lil money in my old jeans 
And speaking of alphabets, I know OGs 
Offshore accounts, overseas 
No tint, so you know its me
Mind on that money, mind on that money , yeah, bitch
Money on mind, money on my mind 
Money on my mind, money, money on my mind , ayy
Mind on that money, nah, money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind, mind, mind
I got the racks on my mind
Im talkin bout mine, mine
Beatin on my chest just like Im Willie B
Swiss bank accounts, my light-skin ho look like Alicia Keys
Clean up my cars then bring em out, push button, dont need a key
And like the first Sunday in April, Im on Easter pink
Double cup better have ice in it, homie heating ice with it
Im killing these niggas every every song Im on, they say homie need a life sentence
And all my hoes tryna fight bitches
Call a girl a ho, dont dyke bitches
Find your spot in the dark, no night vision
Cause Im good at sightseeing, you feel me? 
Name two niggas you know who done came up this fast 
Plain Jane, bitch and Hublot, on that ho, Ill drop a lil bag
I get dough, nigga, I dont get mad 
Better bring it pronto or thats your ass
No car note cause you know I drop cash 
Im sitting on the car, I got em mad cause Im
Sitting up so high, feel like my nose bleed 
I left that lil money in my old jeans 
And speaking of alphabets, I know OGs 
Offshore accounts, overseas 
No tint, so you know its me
Mind on that money, mind on that money , yeah, bitch
Money on mind, money on my mind 
Money on my mind, money, money on my mind , ayy
Mind on that money, nah, money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind, mind, mind
I got the racks on my mind
Im talkin bout mine, mine