[Intro: Curren$y]
Them other n***as try to do it ain't sounding like I (Verde Terrace)
Let me drag two more chairs out here with me
N***as try to do it ain't sounding like I

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Dressed like I got somewhere to go
But I'm just smokin' my trees, prolly sweep the patio
Thumb through a few magazines; Complex, Robb Report
Surf the internet, reserve some time at a Dubai resort
I'm on the grind, fool, I ain't a child no mo'
But I play the fuck outta thirsty ho
It ain't a game, it's the planes, brushing off my clothes
But ain't nothing on my back 'cept my wings, pardon me bro
As I make my way to the change, carve my place out in history
Get rich and stay the same, enclave
Palm tree shade, have kid, happily raised
Joint burning through my old age

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I’m double time on my hustle, and on your bitches mind
It’s that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other n***as try to do it, ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I’m double time on my hustle, and on your bitches mind
It’s that riding smoking music for you to smoke and ride to
Other n***as try to do it, ain't sounding like I
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my team, man, I put that shit on G's
She love me when I met her, cussin' at me when I leave
Shit, she acting like those bills mad cheap
Girl, it cost to be the boss around this piece, can I breathe?
Cause all I do is grind, write rhymes, and smoke weed
You know, burn down a tree
Tire marks as I burn down the street, take heed
When that money speak ain't life for free, but pretty as can be
From low class to living comfortably
All from being a beast on these beats, smoking that loud pack
As I creep, them plane-haters ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Them lame n***as ain't nothing like me, tryna get a bite to eat
A plate for free, n***a, please, I know cats who been grinding all week, why sleep when that money on yo' street?
I was taught to get cheddar in a hurry
You play checkers and get your ass buried, boy

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I’m double time on my hustle, and on your bitches mind
It’s that riding smoking music, for you to smoke and ride to
Other n***as try to do it, ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I’m double time on my hustle, and on your bitches mind
It’s that riding smoking music, for you to smoke and ride to
Other n***as try to do it, ain't sounding like I
[Verse 3: Trademark Da Skydiver]
Same old shit, just a different day, new weed
I’m twisting up, I break it down and lift me up, Jet Life
N***a, what, I’m high as fuck in the cut
Just chillin', counting this paper up, you know the life of a villain
Sport cars and women, poppin' them polo collars, partner
All Ralph denims, over them Guccis
No stuntin', thats how a n***a living, on G’s
Bitch please, my paper peeling, look I’m addicted to this shit
And I can’t fight the feeling, still tryna stack my dollars up
From the floor to ceiling, n***as hating on us
We ain’t tripping off your feelings, three-sixty-five
Twenty-four-seven, we making a killing, spittin' the shit that we living

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my mind
I’m double time on my hustle, and on your bitches mind
It’s that riding smoking music, for you to smoke and ride to
Other n***as try to do it, ain't sounding like I
Mind on my money, money on my mind
I’m double time on my hustle, and on your bitches mind
It’s that riding smoking music, for you to smoke and ride to
Other n***as try to do it, ain't sounding like I