Black Mind
Ohhhhh hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Ohhhhh hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, Hold on (Woah)
I'ma start it like this
It took a little minute but I got it right bitch (Woo!)
Hector press the button quick
Nah, look at the flick of the wrist
Comin' out the blue like my first name Bino
Jump out the back and I reload, reload (Reload!)
Tellin all these niggas I aint waitin
Fuck all of ya ice and I'm 'bout to start skatin' (Hoo!)
He the loser nigga we was talking' bout? (What?)
Now this aint a miracle, boy what you starin' at? (What?)
What you wanna do, what you wanna do? (What?)
Wooo, white girl, white girl, we don't een like dem
I'm 'bout to settle down with some brown skin (Woo!)
Drippin' like a leaky faucet (Drip!)
I pick up the phone on that boss shit (Whoa!)
You a student in costume
Yeah, how come we don't yell rape in a lawsuit?
I sent PETA a bag, it was ostrich (Cash! Bird!)
You see the name, on my god shit (Woo!)
Them diamonds 'gon cost you (What?)
Get popped in that drive thru
Achoo
Played by the bitch right beside you, woo!
(What? What? Whoa!)
Nigga so stop it
All of these birds is flockin'
Come up in the spot, move in
If you chasin' bitches you losin',
I don't got nothin' to prove ya (No!)
I don't keep debts with no jewelers
I fly myself cross the Atlantic to do it (Whew)
Dark brown skin homeland (Money!)
I'm 'bout to pull up in that Peter Pan (Fly)
Hold on (Hey!)
Bag em!
Hold on (Hoo! Whew!)
Checkmate!
What you wanna do, what you wanna do?
Willy Wonka with the candy grass
I cop me a quarter and sold it for half
Niggas on Wall Street ain't doin the math
They just sniff another brick, talk a lotta shit
Cash!
And when they wake up in the mornin' they rich
Passports or they don't get by
Froggy ass niggas ain't jumpin' this high
Water ain't wet, all of my dogs is vets
But we ain't takin' no rats
Pulled up on the block, seen 'em on a stoop
We do not give a fuck what you do (Noo!)
Know what I mean, colder than a cup of lean
Wiping' the evidence up off the scene
Shooters, shooters, down basement (Woo!)
Hit Picasso with the face lift
Got ruby's and diamonds and pieces
You talked about all of yo chains (Shine!)
Drop money on a foreign whip (Bank!)
I leave my prints in the hall of prince
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
What you wanna do, what you wanna do?
Black Americans are so cool
They can make you feel good about yourself
Just by asking if you are you
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Ohhhhh hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, Hold on (Woah)
I'ma start it like this
It took a little minute but I got it right bitch (Woo!)
Hector press the button quick
Nah, look at the flick of the wrist
Comin' out the blue like my first name Bino
Jump out the back and I reload, reload (Reload!)
Tellin all these niggas I aint waitin
Fuck all of ya ice and I'm 'bout to start skatin' (Hoo!)
He the loser nigga we was talking' bout? (What?)
Now this aint a miracle, boy what you starin' at? (What?)
What you wanna do, what you wanna do? (What?)
Wooo, white girl, white girl, we don't een like dem
I'm 'bout to settle down with some brown skin (Woo!)
Drippin' like a leaky faucet (Drip!)
I pick up the phone on that boss shit (Whoa!)
You a student in costume
Yeah, how come we don't yell rape in a lawsuit?
I sent PETA a bag, it was ostrich (Cash! Bird!)
You see the name, on my god shit (Woo!)
Them diamonds 'gon cost you (What?)
Get popped in that drive thru
Achoo
Played by the bitch right beside you, woo!
(What? What? Whoa!)
Nigga so stop it
All of these birds is flockin'
Come up in the spot, move in
If you chasin' bitches you losin',
I don't got nothin' to prove ya (No!)
I don't keep debts with no jewelers
I fly myself cross the Atlantic to do it (Whew)
Dark brown skin homeland (Money!)
I'm 'bout to pull up in that Peter Pan (Fly)
Hold on (Hey!)
Bag em!
Hold on (Hoo! Whew!)
Checkmate!
What you wanna do, what you wanna do?
Willy Wonka with the candy grass
I cop me a quarter and sold it for half
Niggas on Wall Street ain't doin the math
They just sniff another brick, talk a lotta shit
Cash!
And when they wake up in the mornin' they rich
Passports or they don't get by
Froggy ass niggas ain't jumpin' this high
Water ain't wet, all of my dogs is vets
But we ain't takin' no rats
Pulled up on the block, seen 'em on a stoop
We do not give a fuck what you do (Noo!)
Know what I mean, colder than a cup of lean
Wiping' the evidence up off the scene
Shooters, shooters, down basement (Woo!)
Hit Picasso with the face lift
Got ruby's and diamonds and pieces
You talked about all of yo chains (Shine!)
Drop money on a foreign whip (Bank!)
I leave my prints in the hall of prince
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
What you wanna do, what you wanna do?
Black Americans are so cool
They can make you feel good about yourself
Just by asking if you are you
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Writer(s): David Moses
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