[Chorus: Ryder]
Money on my mind
Only money in my pockets
Get money all the time
Only stash it in my closet
You see me on the grind
Well, all n***as, they all love it
You chilling all the time
Boy, you fucking up your profit
Money on my mind
Only money in my pockets
Get money all the time
Only stash it in my closet
You see me on the grind
Well, all n***as, they all love it
You chilling all the time
Boy, you fucking up your profit

[Verse 1: Ryder]
I'm grinding all the time
Always like that since a youngin
I was selling rock solid
Adding food for the junkies
N***as in the kitchen make it jump like a bunny
No more pounds for the low, let's plan a new robbery
Nowadays I don't complain
I don't talk I do my thang
If you don't have the same vision, no, I can't smoke, no, I can't hang
I am really in the field
With my brothers, down to kill
We be going for the kill
We gon' pop you like a pill
Some shit'll never change
Like the diamonds in my chain
The way that I keep winnin'
All these n***as and these lames
I need money all the time
So I'm grinding all the time
I ain't tryna hit the club
'Cause I'm stuck on the grind
My young n***a used to stack that shit
Now we smoke crack and shit
My n***as getting locked up for some years
You know they wack some n***as
I'm a River Side baby, can't compare me to these n***as
You know I'ma die for what I stand for so fuck these n***as
[Chorus: Ryder]
Money on my mind
Only money in my pockets
Get money all the time
Only stash it in my closet
You see me on the grind
Well, all n***as, they all love it
You chilling all the time
Boy, you fucking up your profit
Money on my mind
Only money in my pockets
Get money all the time
Only stash it in my closet
You see me on the grind
Well, all n***as, they all love it
You chilling all the time
Boy, you fucking up your profit

[Verse 2: Casper TNG]
Money on my brain, money in my pocket
She wanna be my shorty, I said, "It's a process"
They plottin' so I can't leave my rocket (My gun)
This guap it bought me my designer closet (My closet)
That n***a so broke, all he do is complain (Complainin')
I pulled up Range
Plus these diamonds drippin' on my chain (My chain, bitch)
Smile is ice, cameraman, come get another frame (Snap)
Fuck your life, she left you 'cause you another lame, shit (A lame)
I just do my homework (My homework, shit)
I guess he don't study, he do no dirt (No dirt, shit)
In the back seat fucking with your whore hurts (I know it hurts, kid)
Only reason she with you 'cause she don't know worth
Look, gun up, run it
Your guap, plummet
Your bitch, fuck it
My life, love it
My plug, up it
My trap, run it
I gain from it
Real n***as love it
[Chorus: Ryder]
Money on my mind
Only money in my pockets
Get money all the time
Only stash it in my closet
You see me on the grind
Well, all n***as, they all love it
You chilling all the time
Boy, you fucking up your profit
Money on my mind
Only money in my pockets
Get money all the time
Only stash it in my closet
You see me on the grind
Well, all n***as, they all love it
You chilling all the time
Boy, you fucking up your profit