Money Minded

[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver] Highed up, smoking Chilling in the cut, rolling up, just lokin' Rubber band knots up in my pants, pockets swollin' From all this cake I'm holdin' Getting to this paper, yeah homie I'm on it Cause I want it and I flaunt it, out here getting it on these bitches too Flamingo Barnes, yeah it's true Bitch I'm making major moves The realest dude in this shit, nothing like them other fools Paid my dues to be a boss, please don't get Trademark confused With these lames, out here trying to fill another niggas shoes Nothing to lose, all to gain, bitch I got a point to prove Heard they still sleeping on me, fuck it gon' let them snooze Imma' still be chilling, making a killing, living that jet life fool So I ain't tripping, I'm still playing my position Holding it down like I'm supposed to, everyday I'm touching Benj's Bitches wishing they was with me, now they want me, they used to diss me And it was nothing for me to come up Cause that shit that's just in me, nigga [Hook: Trademark Da Skydiver] Paper on my mind, money in my bank account Twenty four- seven, that's all a nigga think about Stacks upon stacks Racks upon racks Rubber bands around my knots, you know I like my pockets fat Paper on my mind, money in my bank account Twenty four- seven, that's all a player think about Stacks upon stacks Racks upon racks Rubber bands around my knots, you know I like my pockets fat [Verse 2: Nesby Phips] Look, man the paper something else That steak and shrimp was good, but baby make me something else The club was popping, but driver take me somewhere else You've been sitting for thirty years, time to take it off the shelf, and treat yourself Pop the cork, roll up, and find a torch It'd be trill if I count this half a mill' on my mama's porch Put some grands in the Bible at the end of every scripture Whatever's left I stash it behind my baby pictures Man, you crazy nigga Correction, I'm crazy paid Franky Beverly of the jets, from the set with maze Camo weighs, from being on a set for days Crimes will have you chosen, but rhyming will have you paid With that said, mic check one, two I confess, anything less then my best won't do And here's a bit of reinsurance for the clowns that try to doubt me You still can't see me cause it's too cloudy in the Audi So I'm high [Hook] [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Pardon my french, but uh Sometimes I get kinda P the D, swag M.C.'s Rocking that Ralph Lauren hype Style I call it like I see it G Them niggas dress like me Carbon copies, niggas just might be Really though, you see me ho, Navajo Bucket low I hold the title, nigga I'm your idol This flanel here is tribal, these rap niggas don't put it down like I do Whole bunch of stunting in their viral's Stunting in my everyday fit, this is everyday shit Hat's off to Thirst for what he did for Lauren But rugby was borin' until I wore it, word Real life I should of been ? stock Now I'm bout to make denim supply hot Harlem's what I'm repping, nigga floss to perfection Winter time flow, get ready for that Thompson collection, DZA [Hook]