[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Money on the mind, hustlin all the time
All about the paper, cause the youngin on his grind
Youngin on his grind, youngin on his grind
Youngin on his grind, youngin on his grind

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
[?] I'm next to be the greatest
[?] you can't escape it
Them dirty ass n***as will stress you when you [?]
Bles you when I'm speakin, [?] n***a I'm feastin
That young n***a beastin
[?] with tats [?]
[?] flames amung flames
Same lil n***a just playing with dumb change
Staying in 1 lane
I'm tearing through the streets
You n***as beefin, I ain't saying no names
That'll be the day when I give life to you little n***as
[?] all lil n***as
[?] take a fall lil n***a
Keep doing my thing, get y'all a little sicker
Splifs and big chippers
Young but rich n***as
Want that real shit [?]
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Money on the mind, hustlin all the time
All about the paper, cause the youngin on his grind
Youngin on his grind, youngin on his grind
Youngin on his grind, youngin on his grind

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Youngin on his grind, hollos in my 9
Bring it to the top when the thing go pop, open up your mind
I shine without the jewels, more smoke than barbicues
[?] catching them county blues
[?] ain't going back, life is short, so I'm going in
Dry in these streets, I go to the east and [?]
[?] I hit your town and take control of that
[?] fuck around and get your [?] snatched
Fuck around and get your [?]
Fuck around, get your life took
N***as ain't telling me shit about hitting licks, it's like I wrote the book
[?] cemi automatic weapon
[?] and a little bit of weed, that's all I need
Then I speed off [?] cash out, hit the hood
Get your favorite chick to lick the wood [?]
So if you motherfuckers buying, then we selling it
[?] the police is erelvent

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Money on the mind, hustlin all the time
All about the paper, cause the youngin on his grind
Youngin on his grind, youngin on his grind
Youngin on his grind, youngin on his grind