Another track from the “Rushed Again 2″ album, produced by Ronnie Beck. Its based on the original concept of the hit single Mind Money (I call it a hit because it gets downloaded thousands of times off my server… candela!). Originally Ronnie sent me the beat with the acapella from the the first version over it but I wasn’t feeling it, yet. So I re-recorded all of my parts and created a brand new hook to fit Ronnie’s beat perfect. That’s the only way to do it. When I was over in China & Japan I decided on the spot to film a music video for this new version of Mind Money. Had tons of fun, look out for the video soon. During the trip, my
Mexican Chicano video director was spitting the hook to the remix out loud. I knew then that I was on to something special with this song. Plus those cute Filipino lounge singers in Guangzhou joined in and sang the chorus with me on the first try. Hopefully this shit catches on some more. Enjoy!
Mind Money Lyrics
Yeah, You Getting Rushed Again (Getting Rushed Again) (x8)
CTRAFFIK, Mind Money….
Money on my mind, don’t forget it.
Hustle day n night, we gone get it
Let’s ride (let’s ride), all night (night), we gone get it
My people gotta eat for real, Louis Vuitton & Moet won’t help.
P.Diddy combs aint gonna pay for my home
And your champagne tastes like cat piss when its warm
It don’t matter if your’e broke wearing prada,
You still broke, still got nada.
Aint got a piece of the enchilada,
these name brands aint feeding yo daughter.
Like Hey! Mr., Mr. DJ bring that back let me get a replay. (x2)
Yo, Its the welfare baby, still tax evading,
got the IRS hate hating on me crazy.
You don’t gotta murder, they treat you like the worse, man.
That’s government violence, government coercion.
Al Capone stacking illegal bread. He said “No! You can’t tax none of it”
They said “Oh! Watch how we run it then, we’re the biggest thieves in the word.
You don’t know it, man?
Word to Uncle Sam, we gone run a scam.
Pay me all in cash, they don’t need it man.
I take care of mine, they take care of theirs.
Theirs is millionaires, mines is living here.
We still on the block, watch don’t get me knocked.
They don’t send the cops, they send in the SWAT!
Pow! Its a no-knock raid, you hear click clack got guns in your face (x3)
Money on my mind, money in my palms, give it to the State, man, you so wrong. You so wrong. Naw you So wrong! (x2)
Money on my mind, money in my palms, give it to a bitch, man, you so wrong. You so wrong. Naw you So wrong! (x2)