OUT OF MY HEAD
Out of my head, into my bag
I know they mad uh
Hop out the Porsche, I do the dash
Wrapped it in matte uh
Bitch imma do what I want cause I know imma blast off
I'm in my own world, yeah I might just call NASA
I want a lot of things I won't stop until I get it
I'm keeping my foot on the gas
I wanna fuck that girl until she screaming my name
And she tatting FINESSE. on her ass
I want a lot of things, I deserve it all
In my heart I know that's a fact
I got some problems in my head
I tell her I love her and then I never text her back (Yeah)
Thinking too much, stuck in my head
I had to get out
Into my bag, stacking that cash
I need that penthouse
I was all up in that Ricky
So she want it sticky when I'm in her mouth
I fly her state to state, going coast to coast
Cause she love the way I go south
Eat her for breakfast lunch and dinner
Like I'm staying at the Sheraton
She got stripes on her pussy American
But that ass looking like it's Brazilian
In my feelings, yeah
Out of my head, into my bag
Like a big Birkin, yeah
I'm doing me, that's what they love
I think it's working, yeah
Out of my head, into my bag
I know they mad uh
Hop out the Porsche, I do the dash
Wrapped it in matte uh
Bitch imma do what I want cause I know Imma blast off (Blast off)
I'm in my own world, yeah I might just call NASA (NASA)
I don't really wanna call
I just really wanna ball out
They changing colors like the fall
Cause they know I'm going all out
I just popped another tag
I ain't shopping at the mall tho
And I don't really like to brag
But do it better than you all hoe
Like ooh, ooh
Guess they don't really make em' like me at all (Me at all)
I'm too cool
I would rather sit alone than be like yall (Be like yall)
I want a lot of things I won't stop until I get it
I'm keeping my foot on the gas
I wanna fuck that girl until she screaming my name
And she tatting FINESSE. on her ass
I want a lot of things I deserve it all
In my heart I know that's a fact
I got some problems in my head
I tell her I love her and then I never text her back
Out of my head, into my bag
I know they mad uh
Hop out the Porsche, I do the dash
Wrapped it in matte uh
Bitch imma do what I want cause I know Imma blast off
I'm in my own world, yeah I might just call NASA
I know they mad uh
Hop out the Porsche, I do the dash
Wrapped it in matte uh
Bitch imma do what I want cause I know imma blast off
I'm in my own world, yeah I might just call NASA
I want a lot of things I won't stop until I get it
I'm keeping my foot on the gas
I wanna fuck that girl until she screaming my name
And she tatting FINESSE. on her ass
I want a lot of things, I deserve it all
In my heart I know that's a fact
I got some problems in my head
I tell her I love her and then I never text her back (Yeah)
Thinking too much, stuck in my head
I had to get out
Into my bag, stacking that cash
I need that penthouse
I was all up in that Ricky
So she want it sticky when I'm in her mouth
I fly her state to state, going coast to coast
Cause she love the way I go south
Eat her for breakfast lunch and dinner
Like I'm staying at the Sheraton
She got stripes on her pussy American
But that ass looking like it's Brazilian
In my feelings, yeah
Out of my head, into my bag
Like a big Birkin, yeah
I'm doing me, that's what they love
I think it's working, yeah
Out of my head, into my bag
I know they mad uh
Hop out the Porsche, I do the dash
Wrapped it in matte uh
Bitch imma do what I want cause I know Imma blast off (Blast off)
I'm in my own world, yeah I might just call NASA (NASA)
I don't really wanna call
I just really wanna ball out
They changing colors like the fall
Cause they know I'm going all out
I just popped another tag
I ain't shopping at the mall tho
And I don't really like to brag
But do it better than you all hoe
Like ooh, ooh
Guess they don't really make em' like me at all (Me at all)
I'm too cool
I would rather sit alone than be like yall (Be like yall)
I want a lot of things I won't stop until I get it
I'm keeping my foot on the gas
I wanna fuck that girl until she screaming my name
And she tatting FINESSE. on her ass
I want a lot of things I deserve it all
In my heart I know that's a fact
I got some problems in my head
I tell her I love her and then I never text her back
Out of my head, into my bag
I know they mad uh
Hop out the Porsche, I do the dash
Wrapped it in matte uh
Bitch imma do what I want cause I know Imma blast off
I'm in my own world, yeah I might just call NASA
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Writer(s): Samuel Mathew
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