My Mind!
I buy all these clothes bitch im losing my mind
I buy all these clothes bitch im losing my mind
I spend all these racks bitch im losing my mind
I spend all these racks bitch im losing my mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
Been balling where u been at?
Bitch Im in the city like Batman
I can't remember like men in black
These racks can't fit in my duffle bag
Now im getting this money that you can't cuz' you broke and you can't get us
Now im buying the clothes that you can't cuz' you broke and you can't get us
I just poured my cup in the mustang bitch im rolling with the fellas
Let me talk my shit I murk the beat shoutout to Babbbysosa
I got all this fucking drip in the rain I don't need no Umbrella
I need to send a fucking uber cuz' this bitch she wanna pull up
They just trynna' be like me they copying my swag they copying my whole shit
Today im feeling like chief sosa im sending shots to your medulla
She don't wanna' fuck at the crib she wanna' go to a hotel
And they swear they doing something but when I get out is over
But now it's over
I put on my turban I feel like a Taliban
Skr skr in a fast car I go ham
Burr burr I feel like Im gucci mane
That boy say he gang but with pressure he gon' tell
That boy that boy say he hard but we gon' take all the things
That boy that boy losing his life and he screaming for another chance
That boy that boy losing his life for a pint
That girl wanna' fuck all the night
That boy a thief in the night
But he gon' get it the fuck right
I buy all these clothes bitch im losing my mind
I spend all these racks bitch im losing my mind
I spend all these racks bitch im losing my mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
My mind
Been balling where u been at?
Bitch Im in the city like Batman
I can't remember like men in black
These racks can't fit in my duffle bag
Now im getting this money that you can't cuz' you broke and you can't get us
Now im buying the clothes that you can't cuz' you broke and you can't get us
I just poured my cup in the mustang bitch im rolling with the fellas
Let me talk my shit I murk the beat shoutout to Babbbysosa
I got all this fucking drip in the rain I don't need no Umbrella
I need to send a fucking uber cuz' this bitch she wanna pull up
They just trynna' be like me they copying my swag they copying my whole shit
Today im feeling like chief sosa im sending shots to your medulla
She don't wanna' fuck at the crib she wanna' go to a hotel
And they swear they doing something but when I get out is over
But now it's over
I put on my turban I feel like a Taliban
Skr skr in a fast car I go ham
Burr burr I feel like Im gucci mane
That boy say he gang but with pressure he gon' tell
That boy that boy say he hard but we gon' take all the things
That boy that boy losing his life and he screaming for another chance
That boy that boy losing his life for a pint
That girl wanna' fuck all the night
That boy a thief in the night
But he gon' get it the fuck right
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Acevedo Vegas
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