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in my pockets - ryderprofit lyrics
[chorus: ryder] (x2)
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-ggas they all love it
you chilling all the time
boy you f-cking 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-ggas in the kitchen make it jump like a bunny
no more pounds for the low lets 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 brother down to k!ll
we be going for the k!ll
we gon’ pop you like a pill
some sh-t’ll never change
like the diamonds in my chain
the way that i keep winning
all these n-ggas 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 ground
my young n-gga used to stack that sh-t
now we smoke crack and sh-t
my n-ggas getting locked up for some years
you know they wack some n-ggas
i’ma river side baby can’t compare me to these n-ggas
you know i’ma die for what i stand for so f-ck these n-ggas
[chorus: ryder] (x2)
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-ggas they all love it
you chilling all the time
boy you f-cking 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
this guap it bought me my designer closet
that n-gga so broke all he do is complain
i pulled up range
plus these diamonds drippin’ on my chain
smile is ice, camera man come get a another frame
f-ck your life, she left you ’cause you another lame, sh-t
i just do my homework
i guess he don’t study, he do no dirt
in the back seat f-cking with your wh0r- hurts
only reason she with you ’cause she don’t know worth
look
gun up, run it
your guap, plummet
your b-tch, f-ck it
my life, love it
my plug, up it
my trap, run it
i gain from it
real n-ggas love it
[chorus: ryder] (x2)
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-ggas they all love it
you chilling all the time
boy you f-cking up your profit
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