"Mind On My Money" lyrics - NICKI MINAJ

I got my mind on my money and I'm not goin' away
So keep on gettin' your paper.

Brinx:
Now you hold it your excellence
See I t.c oh forward slash president
East side resident oh so evident
Brinx Billy ride cousin black on black phantom 26s on the side of 'em
Ninas on the side of em, goonies on the side of 'em
Anybody can get it boy be careful on the side of them
These niggas are burial guns no fearial
Money hungry honey with me if you holla she gonna carry you
Flyer than a aerial vechical gerital
Sittin' on my feet when I'm stuntin' on them people
I tell no fables everything chillin'
Fax machines office max see me for that paper
You workin' for short bread ain't my money long younging
Bitch I'm on trappin' more digits than a phone number different time zones on 'em Kill them niggas lyrically
Left side of my closet look invaded by Italy
Right side Paris left side flaggin' paper is my main chick me and money married
And that's all a nigga know bitch that's why them brand new niggas is all up on my old shit

(Speaking: Nicki Minaj)
That's what I did I came up out the truck, you know what I'm sayin'
I chuck my deuces like that's all I do, like
Young Money, Nicki Minaj it's the ninja, Harajuku Barbie and all of that
Nah I'm sayin' all that me gettin' money you writin' disses we gettin' money

Hit me my limousine, all in your magazine
And when I come them better lean like Promethazine
Them no say Nicki nice I'm bout' my money mama
And tell Michelle I got my eye on Barack Obama
Tryna get that Madonna, you know, Hannah Montana
And you can find me sittin' Indian style with the Dalai Lama
Konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara
I'm meditating, I'm in conhoots with a higher power
Mind on money mi-mi-mind on my money yo
Mind on my money mi-mi-mind (yo ho rai que quo)
Mind on money aye, mind on my money babe
How does this money taste? Whining on money's face
You see the signs and the teachings
If you ain't know well this is grinding season
Now and go get your gangs signs, throw it up!
Where all my niggas on them bikes? Throw it up
We don't care what you say, we ain't going away
My niggas bring the heat, it's not a summer day
So mind on my motherfuckin' money, my mind on my motherfuckin' money.

(Speakin: Busta Rhymes)
Ayo I speak foreign languages and shit but the language I speak is that money language (laughs) flipmode bitch
Brinx I like how we do the brinx truck job on these niggas homey
Time after time again I like niggas and remind niggas how I hold out on motherfuckers

Niggas out here frontin' about they bread you can't trust it niggas my money so Stupid call me warren Busta buss nigga
Glad it ain't a toss and everything about me butters I've been counting money so Long I see dollar signs and different colors
My money is smear and smothered your money you hear me brother
Been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutter
And in case you ain't know there will be no replacement and them bags of arab Money I got stashed in the basement face it
When ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen ain't no money gettin' Made in these street without my permission I keeps it drug infested my money is Well connected it's to the point my [?] is well respected you need to check my Method I promise you I be the wrong nigga that's comes to my money that you ever Want to mess with grind like missionary labor holding indigutary paper you already Know my team is filled with [?] ears we made you I don't give a fuck about your Stipulation
Type of bread appropriate for every situation
You can tell by the jewellery sittin' on my collar from the bread to the crib I know all about the dollar.