Money on my mind, money on my mind 
You see, the only real money is fast money 
And with these niggas walk around with, that's little flash money 
Baby don't buy it 
I know he's a ball player, but he's not gonna spend it 
He's been poor for much too long, so trust me [Pusha T:] 
They thought 
I lay dead, 
I was playing possom 
Spot me everywhere with the 8 like 
Kate Goslin 
Niggas think they sit at the top, they just posturing 
Now they hide their head like an ostrich 
Optimus Prime and that gull wing 
Feeling like 
I transform, niggas still hands on 
Whip it like a sandstorm, had the audacity to sell it in a damn prom 
Get you higher 
Angelo, the author of this anthems 
Your punch lines are mere jabs, they see through 
Like the clear glass on that coupe 
I steer past 
Money on my mind like my pillow is a vault 
You niggas is soft so on that pillow's where you talk 
Can't find it in them dealers, actresses on mattresses 
Your real chance to loving you bachelors, 
I laugh at them 
Don't you know that it's money over bitches 
Bitches love money, 
I granting them 3 wishes, 
Push Shout out my nigga 
Don C, aka 
Givenchy Don 
C, Ya ain't even know that you got an aka did you, ahaha 
Always in that fly shit, 
Mike Dean wattup? 
Brendan Or should 
I say international 
Brendan, Marcus 
Paul? Refresh, yeah 
The fear of 
Gods in these motherfuckers 
You can act like don't hear this shit man 
Niggas ain't fucking with me man, no games, yeah.