C'mon, c'mon,
c'mon, yeah
Westside, yeah
Westside Mr. Criminal
Mr. Criminal, yeah
C'mon Mr. Criminal, yeah
C'mon, c'mon Chill
Can I spit something real quick?
Let me hear this for a couple of seconds,
watch me spit something real sick
Another Westside banger,
turn it bumpin' now
Criminals in your city changin' buses
Let's take it back to the basics
Put a bangin' bass, hi -hat,
clappin' our laces
With some Southern Cali
homegrown brown pride
ridin' shit
Disrespectin' the clique I'm with,
that's it, we get ridin' quick
All of my riders, hold your heat up
All of my ballers, stack your cheese up
This is the time to stack
your cheese up
Mastercards and visas,
trippin', that's it, ease up
I got no time for that punk shit
If a fool disses,
pull it with a quickness, don't quit
I got my mind on my money, homie
If you wanna get it crackin'
and you got some money, show me
Every day I make my cash
I buy my money up to stacks
I just got money on my mind
Don't throw your thoughts
up to the sky
Every day I make my cash
I buy my money up to stacks
I just got money on my mind
Don't throw your thoughts up to the
I wake up every day
with none of the paper on my mind
Benjamins and Franklins
got me daily on the grind
Cookin' up and servin' this nigga dough
Get it off my mind,
roll it up and light it up
Steady puffin' on the spot,
all I know, all I gotta know
Outta state I gotta show,
plant the seed, watch it grow
Feel it like I gotta blow
I'm a product of the street,
fuck these cruisers comin' at me
Just a product of the beat,
actin' since I was a kid
Wonder why I got a heat,
price all over your head
And they brought me the receipt
And thank the fans for supportin',
I'ma keep on makin' this music
Get my ball on like Jordan
I'll show you how to get this money,
G
Ballin' through the streets of California,
rest and come with me
I'll show you how to get this money, bye
If you wanna get that money, homie,
come and get it live
Every day I make my cash
I pile my money up to stacks
I just got money on my mind
Throw your thoughts up to the sky
Every day I make my cash
I pile my money up to stacks
I just got money on my mind
Throw your thoughts up to the sky
Mind on my money,
got my money on my mind
Tryna get this pepper baby
daddy on the grind
Just chasing fat ass naked
love daddy all the time
Take a shot at the sky
then it's time I'm gonna shine
Investors of the legal on a little real estate
Give us something to talk about
a reason yet I really hate
I used to be broke as fuck poverty
I live like that and honestly
it's really bad
I've worked hard, I strive,
I struggle to survive
Some bothers won't hesitate
to take a lie to stay alive
And honestly I've seen that
So I keep a strap cocked on me
with a bean bag
I'm tech when I burn,
refuse to be a victim
I re fuse to lose,
daily chasing my addiction
To get that money, yeah,
runs in my blood
Feeling like a fiend for drugs
Every day I make my cash
I buy my money up to stacks
I just got money on my mind
Throw your dirt up to the sky
Every day I make my cash
I buy my money up to stacks
I just got money on my mind
Throw your dirt up to the sky
Every day I make my cash,
I pile my money up to stacks
I just got money on my mind,
throw your dubs up to the sky
Every day I make my cash,
I pile my money up to stacks
I just got money on my mind,
throw your dubs up to the sky
Mr. Criminal 
