On My Mind

Yeah playboi beanz cashin in these checks smokin rasta
And we so fuckin high that girl lookin like imposter

Yeah I think they call me opp droppa
Cause if I'm gon see ya I'm gon stop ya
Don't think I'm lackin spray you with the choppa
I love that girl she call me big papa

No diamonds, keep that Gucci on the rings
They say I'm better when I be melodic, when I sing
We got all kinds of fresh designer things
Can't trust that boy, yeah cause his bitch pull all the strings

And we chiefin just like kings
Bitch love me cause she can have anything
In the sky, but no wings, not in a dream
Keep the Louis V, clean off a bean

Totin twin glocks
And I keep a burner just in case I see the opps
I call it Timmy turner, cause in just a poof he drop
Yeah we smokin sherbert, drink the lean like soda pop

Driving to the paper, got the money on my mind
And I give it all my time, Gon never stop this grind
I keep her by me yeah and you know she a dime
Keep her close but nah I don't love her she not mine

Don't get me wrong love is fine, aint cut out by design
Cause when you round hoes man it really don't align
Playboi beanz is all she needs, but all I need is mine
keep the blunt lit, pockets fit and tuck the nine

Count up, cashin checks bitch we restless
Only way is up so bitch we flex it

Playboi beanz is all she needs
But I really don't want that girl
He really got a problem with me
Meet the choppa it gon make you twirl

And that bitch hot
Hollow tips make you split up like she was a thot
Rolled a zip, prolly just ten blunts in the pot
Extendo clip, hundred out the window at your spot

Keep it gripped, fitted in high end new vlone drop
Ricky Owens, RAF Simmons Prada cost a lot
Use to be off so many drugs, the juggernaut
Nowadays it's just a lot of fuckin good pot

Playboi beanz gonna keep on stackin, call me captain
And when I get that couple mill, you won't even know it happened



Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Colaw
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