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letra de money on my mind - boi mystery

[street pharmacist]

(hook: boi mystery):

money on my mind, i got money on my mind
thats’s my honey, that’s a dime, uh
why she be bangin’ my line
i just be breakin’ her spine, we sippin’ henny can’t f-ck with your wine
we get too many of us and we up in this joint
strippers on us finna buss for some coin
vandalizin’ till you’re stuck and destroyed, uh
you cannot f-ck with the boy, uh
and you cannot f-ck with the kid, smokin’ on pack but you smokin’ on mid, uh

(verse 1: ocn dallas):

boy you be smokin’ on mid
i had to sign that ‘lil n—- my kid
i want a meal ticket, let’s get rich
f-ckboy i know you can’t do it like this
pack came in got me zooted and sh-t
i’m up high, b-tch call me a martian, uh
real talk we got them cars and sh-t
i’ma just kick it with all of my boys, f-ck that
this strap is real, this ain’t no d-mn toy
i hit a n—- in his dome-piеce, uh, sh-t, you know how i’m gon’ be
i’m feelin’ extra еxtravagant
that b-tch call me magnificent
evil sh-t, malevolent
sh-t, my dawg sn-tch your neck, carnivorous
and i hit the dab like the navy, boy, i kick it with veterans
(verse 2: boi mystery & uno-gwap):

(boi mystery):

all of my shooters be veterans
you don’t want smoke and it’s evident
went independent with severance, shawty stop starin’, you don’t got no etiquette
and i’m switchin’ lanes with the top back, and she give me brain like a bobcat
i got heat, i got chains, where the mob at
i just pass to my bro, i’ma lob that

(uno-gwap):

and you know i’ma catch me a fat stack
and i pull up on you with my new mac
all you n—-s be lookin’ like rugrats
can’t f-ck with y’all opps cuz y’all been wack
you servin’ that pack out your cadillac
well i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch in the back of that
and these hollows gon’ aim where your stomach at
don’t like that verse, b-tch run it back

(boi mystery):

and you know that we smokin’ that og
and i got a lil’ baby, she trophy
(uno-gwap):

eighth in my wood like i’m kobe
and my styrofoam cup filled with codeine
all these bad b-tches wanna know me
so i f-ck ’em and pass to my brodies

(boi mystery):

and i stay with my gang, yea i roll deep
she not blueface but she into choking
and i know you won’t stop with that hatin’
but i know you switched up when i make it
i’ma shoot like i’m jordan in game six
i’ma speed in that foreign i’m racin’

(uno-gwap):

mask on me like i’m jason
so don’t run up on me, with that fake sh-t
cuz this my world, yea i paved it
so just hope to god, that i make it

(hook: boi mystery):

- boi mystery

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