Mafi D & Ralphy Davis - Sun Down

Mind on my money
Money on my mind
I'm a real nigga bitch raised by his mom
Run up on this load, I'm a let it fly
I'm a hit the road, look up in the sky
Living my life, top flight, we the ones now
Night life, have it on you or get gunned down
Spent that money quick then we spun round
Nigga we still posted when the sun down
High off life, touching a bag give me adrenaline
It's deeper than words, nigga you pussy cause you feminine
Ain't no defending it
In the field like we scrimmaging
Ain't no more posting money they cook you for these images
Baby was hoe'ing for me, she hoping we rekindle it but there ain't enough money for the problems you was bringing me
Copped me a flight to change scenery
I feel like Mike, the game needed me
I use to beat the block down like Ike did Tina
Now I swipe the mall down, I need more visas
They like you need Jesus
I'm like mind your business
I didn't have to blow for me to sign your titties
I'm the littest in the city, now tell me who fucking with me that ain't been fucking with me?
Dreaming to get close to a mill like Omelly
How you like skinny niggas rubbing on my belly, baby tell me?
I just wanna know the truth
You say they the future but still corrupt the youth
It's real in the booth, I'm just laying my life down
Beef don't get handled in the streets, they type now
Mind on my money
Money on my mind
I'm a real nigga bitch raised by his mom
Run up on this load, I'm a let it fly
I'm a hit the road, look up in the sky
Living my life, top flight, we the ones now
Night life, have it on you or get gunned down
Spent that money quick then we spun round
Nigga we still posted when the sun down
I was taught how to get a lot out of a little
Even you gone hustle or be broke, bruh it's simple
Lying like you king but we consider you symba
Hesitating on that payment now they hopping out them rentals
Pay attention to you, it involve how I benefit
I be everywhere you ain't cause I ain't limited
We was raised in complicated predicaments
.40 shells hit his temple and a ligament
Yeah we good over here but who asking?
Business good so the safe stuffed with new Jackson's
Baby never spoke up on a bag, so she cancelled
Hope you understand, I'm thinking loft and a mansion
Bought it full price cause my nigga sell it
Figure out how he do it before you get jealous
In the streets, better know a lot of niggas telling
I be 'ffiliated with the hustlers and the felons
Mind on my money
Money on my mind
I'm a real nigga bitch raised by his mom
Run up on this load, I'm a let it fly
I'm a hit the road, look up in the sky
Living my life, top flight, we the ones now
Night life, have it on you or get gunned down
Spent that money quick then we spun round
Nigga we still posted when the sun down

Written by:
Derrick Jones Jr, Doris Wilson

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