Nay Money & Money C - Multiple Minds

Ayy ayy ayy ayy gang gang. Bro, we really got to fuck this one up bro, no cap. Oh
I got that act making shit clap
Smoking that sack while I'm beating her back
Smoking on thrax just to relax
Multiple minds I kept under wraps
On wants to kill me one wants to live
One wants to kill and ones already dead
But don't get it twisted we all about our bread
When I get rich my whole teams getting fed

Shorty looking for me she know where I be at
I be at these shorty's heads like I was some pre-wrap
Bad lil biddie walked past, yeah I need that
In the club bent off the Henny like a knee cap
Nay Money on the track and I ain't letting up
If I get that shorty on the ground she ain't getting up
She know we can really get it cracking if she getting tough
Blowing up my line I guess shorty didn't get enough

Started with nothing I ain't have shit
Had to take steps brick by brick
Life's not a path that you can predict
I was trapping in the same old kicks
Wore them out till they had no grip
Now I'm balling like J.R for the Knicks
No hoes, now they all on my dick
Silly hoes, got to treat them like tricks

Got my hair done got my bitch's hair done too
When I run up on her wonder where she gonna run to
Keep it on the low then we can have some fun boo
If you tell ya friends I'm gonna tell em I don't want you
Seat leaned back blowing gas out the sunroof
Bad lil biddie I think bros about to run thru
He was like "come to", but I don't want to
Got a bad jawn from NJ ready to come thru

Ew shit (Haaaaaa)
I fuck them and tell them to dip
Where were you when I ain't have shit
All this fake love, you better quit
I don't look back I don't reminisce
Look at my doubters I got them pissed
Had nothing so I took a risk
Now they're fans because I'm getting rich

Multiple minds I don't know their names
One loves the trenches and one wants the fame
One wants to stay and one wants to change
But every last one wants to take over the game
One got a dude, one got a bitch
But both of them loyal so neither going to swich
Both named Janaya, I nicknamed them Nay
Don't know who I am it depends on the day

I got that act making shit clap
Smoking in sack while I'm beating her back
Smoking on thrax just to relax
Multiple minds I kept under wraps
One wants to kill me one wants to live
One wants to kill and ones already dead
But don't get it twisted we all about our bread
When I get rich my whole teams getting fed

Gang gang
Yeah bro

Written by:
Janaya Hazlip, Seth Alexander

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