Murder on My Mind (Freestyle)

Big backwood with trees, I will never roll no swisher
I know this bitch tryna play a game cause she begging me to pimp her
They know my fam quick to draw down
But I don’t write down with no pencil
Tryna eat in front me while I’m starving, you could never be my nigga
Read between the lines like a kindle
I swear it all could be so simple
Can’t really focus on nothing else got Benjamin on my temple
Got hella stock going up
More dividends when it’s ending
My paper route so livid & so vivid
When I wake up in the morning, I got money on my mind
100s, 50, 20s, 10s, and Even 1s & 5s
If it ain’t bout no money my nigga don’t hit my line
Headed to the bag cause I got money on my mind
I got money on my mind
Machine counting my money I got two thousand in 5s
Stack it with my brother, imma put him on for life
I just invested in this bitch she is intelligent & fine
Tryna drop a 10 but I will never drop a dime
You know my backie super fye
You losers move aside
I’m really on my business bitch I need a suit & tie
I only had 4 dollars for some food I fucking cried
That was 2015
Now I’m on my big league
When I wake up in the morning, I got money on my mind
100s, 50, 20s, 10s, and Even 1s & 5s
If it ain’t bout no money my nigga don’t hit my line
Headed to the bag cause I got money on my mind
I got money on my mind