Money On My Mental

[Verse 1: Chris Travis] Move these fuck niggas out the way, bitch I'm coming through Drink-laced blunt grape, damn, I'm 'bout to snooze She wake me up, like good morning your highsness I'm getting top, higher than a mountain lion She do whatever I say, like I'm Simon Bet that nigga be dead on arrivement I'm a king with my feet on the horizon And I'm hard to find like a lost license Put the bottle on the dresser, bitch I need it I read Proverbs when I'm feeling greedy And right now, I feel like I ain't eatin' So I got every fucking right to get greedy Outta Memphis, a city full of heathens Shit I'm one too, and I'm still breathing I'm never in my city, but I'm always repping Never in my mind, but always second guessing A young nigga, with a old soul Bitch I stay hot, that's why I'm so cold I'm pouring up the Actavis, uh-oh And my whip beat your ass like a drum-roll [Hook: Chris Travis] Money on my mind, money on my mental Yeah your bitch fine, but your bitch simple Money on my mind, money on my mental Yeah your bitch fine, but your bitch simple Money on my mind, money on my mental That ain't your bitch, fuck nigga that's a rental Money on my mind, money on my mental That ain't your bitch, fuck nigga that's a rental Money on my mind, money on my mental Yeah your bitch fine, but your bitch simple Money on my mind, money on my mental That ain't your bitch, fuck nigga that's a rental [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Most bitches don't be understanding techniques That's what it takes to be a real one in the streets, follow me The B, the, the, the, U, the, the, the, D I need, give me shotgun, I smoke the sticky with no seeds Mane' you know how I be Usually taking no shit from a bitch Usually charging and breaking a trick Been there and done that, as good as it gets When I'm in Memphis I'm fucking with Chris Travis, he savage, he one of the homies Raider Klan bringing the phonk that ain't phony Connecting the dots, I'm all about money Your bitch so basic, she so simple, she a bummy ho I be so pretty, I'm so gangsta', and a nigga know Yo, I'm getting higher then them other suckers 1990's money, legendary on these lame busta's I'm 'bout to cop the O two ways, sidekick Motorola just to show 'em old school real shit Money, money, money on my mental It ain't accidental that I popped up like a pimple