Lyrics
Al-One:
Hey yo, fuck the five-0, this is 503
Of course I’ll make money, if not I don’t eat
You squandering your dollars on these on-line freaks
I’m on my grind all week, raw rhymes on beats
All day, all night, paper’s all I see
Mind over muscle, hustle, plus emcee cause (money is on their minds)
Ethic:
We gotta hustle strong 'til the customer’s gone
'til the rented van turns into a bus that we’re on
An independent plan turns each one of us into dons
Cause the business end holds up just as much as the song does
And yeah it’s all love, but it’s all from our own pockets
And we can’t eat off of small buzz (money is on their minds)
Mo-b:
I’m old enough they used to blow me up on the hip
Find a pay phone, hit 'em up and what it is
Nowadays these kids' skins look like a iPhone
No fib, I can flip this shit with my eyes closed
Yeah I took the spent money, my get ahead money
Got my rea, my rea, my rent money, my rent money
You can bet money (money is on their minds)
Sapient:
I don’t get innovated about car insurance
I wish I didn’t have to pay it, but I’m hard at work
To make sure the insurance on my car is current
Darkened circles around my eyes, I charm the serpent
A snake with a scaly greenback (ching)
I do what it takes to make my dreams happen so (money is on their minds)
Gold:
Like your life rests upon it
These economics trickle down through tinsel town via direct deposit
When in demand, my band need cash in hand
Unless it’s for charity and/or
Anyone else up for the challenge
Can catch a whatchamacallit
Right before they holler «get your hand out my pocket!»
When (money is on their minds)
OnlyOne:
See his hoodie don’t fit him but his fitted goes with it
Haters goaltendin' but hoes see him and go get him
They don’t know no limit, they know no limit
There’s no business like show business
This cakes I flip mo' and they call’em spliffs tho
Picking up the whole tab and putting just as much in the tip jar
They made it this far, no one gives up, they owe themselves this much
Guess if you ain’t gave up, then you ain’t gave enough
Maybe they should write more singles about making love
If they make up a dance maybe they’ll get played at clubs
Make it up, maybe they’re crazy, maybe they’re taking drugs
Ten grains of sand and pen game is angel dust
Besides the major buzz I know they’re gonna make it cause (money is on their
minds)