Artist: Nicki Minaj f/ Brinx, Busta Rhymes Album: Beam Me Up Scotty Song: Mind On My Money Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Nicki Minaj] + (Brinx) + {Busta} I got my mind on my money, and I'm not goin awayyyy So keep on gettin your paper... (F'real ye ain't never had to tell me get this bread) (*"HOLIDAY SEASON!"*) {Busta Bus} Nicki Minaj (Billions baby) Frank Bill-ion (C.I.T.) (*"This is a world premier"*) (Let's get it) [Brinx] Now behold it's your excellence, C.I.T.C. I'm oh-fourward slash president, Eastside resident It's oh so evident! Brinx Billy ride cousin Black on black Phantom, 26's on the side of 'em Ninas on the side of 'em, Goonies on the side of 'em Anybody get it boy, be careful on the side of 'em These niggaz'll bury you, guns no fear of you Money hungry honey with me holla she gon' carry you Flyer than a aerial, there I go, jet-to Sittin on my feet when I'm stuntin on them people I tell no fables, e'rything tailored Fax machine, OfficeMax, see me for that paper You workin with short bread, ain't my money long youngin Bitch I'm 'bout trappin more digits than a phone number Different time zones on 'em, kill these niggaz lyrically Left side of my closet look invaded by italy Right side Paris, left side flaggin Oaper is is my main chick me, and money married (PAPER~!) And that's all a nigga know bitch That's why these brand new niggaz is on my old shit (*"HOLIDAY SEASON!!"*) [Nicki Minaj] Guess what I did I came out of the truck? In the lane like I just... I chunk my deuces like... That's all I do like... Young Money Nicki Minaj, is the ninja Harajuku Barbie all that like y'knahmean? Like yeah that's what we doin gettin money like y'knahmean? You writin disses we gettin money! Yeahhhhhh boyyyyyyyyy! (*"Trapaholics mixtape"*) Get me my limousine, all in your magazine And when I come them better lean like Promethazine Dem no say Nicki nice, I'm 'bout my money momma And tell Michelle I got my eye on Barack Obama Tryin to get that Madonna, you know Hannah Montana Could find me sittin indian style with the Dalai Lama Konichiwa I get my yin then I say sayonara I'm meditating I'm in cahoots with a higher power Mind on my money mind-mind-mind on my money yeah Mind on my money mind-mind - Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Mind on my money ay, mind on my money babe How does this money taste, wine and gold 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 niggaz on them bikes? Throw it up We don't care what you say, we ain't goin away My niggaz bring the heat, and it's not a summer day So mind on my motherfuckin money My mind on my motherfuckin money Ohhhh [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo I speak foreign languages and shit But the language I speak best is that money language Hahahah~!! Flipmode bitch! Brinx I like how we doin a Brinks truck job on these niggaz homey Time after time again I love to tell niggaz and remind niggaz, how I hold out on motherfuckers Niggaz out here frontin 'bout they bread they can't trust a nigga My money so stupid call me Warren Buffett Busta nigga Gladiator toss, see everything about me butters Countin money so long that I'm seein dollar signs in different colors My money'll smear and smother yo' money, you hear me brother? Been about that bread like I was broke and I'm still in the gutter And in case you ain't knowin there will be no replacement of the bags of that "Arab Money" I got stashed in the basement Face it; whenever I shine I glisten, whenever 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 where my +Conglomerate+ is well +Respected+ You need to check my method; I promise you I'll be the wrong nigga when it comes to my money that you ever want to mess with Grind like missionary labor, holdin dignitary paper You ain't know? My team is filled with consiglieres We major! I don't give a fuck about your stipulations Type of bread appropriate for E'RY situation! You can tell from the jewelry that's sittin on my collar From the bread to the crib niggaz KNOW I'm all about the dollars You know I ain't into all of this long talkin shit Shit is confusin me when I'm countin paper, hahaha Brinx! Busta Bus bitch! You know I only wanna inspire y'all to get it like how we get it You know it's a recession out here, we all need to get it So when we walk around we ain't gotta look like foolish niggaz