Uh

Got too much of you on my mind, don't ask me how I'm doing, I'm alright, Shit
Heard he want the smoke it's on site,
Make the money, doubles overnight type shit

Got a bad bitch she be fucking up my level, keep a few hoes when I dance with the devil
Ten toes when I walk, can't fit you in the schedule
No keys to the lock on the door, I never sweat it
Music in my blood, shit will always be imbedded, heard them boys sending shots, but I never
Need a medic, all love to my brothers, shit, I always be indebted
Tryna have smoke, better keep it unleaded
Shit keeps getting better, I don't need to show em who keeps getting better
Takin' shit by storm, don't need for the weather, got a lil' freak and she moan when I let her
And I got her mind blown like the safety off the metal, she go both ways so I gotta keep an extra
I know I been the best so I never feel the pressure
You boys never learn so it's time for the lesson, she telling me

Got too much of you on my mind, don't ask me how I'm doing, I'm alright, shit
Heard he want the smoke it's on site
Make the money, doubles overnight type shit
Got too much of you on my mind, don't ask me how I'm doing, I'm alright, shit
Heard he want the smoke it's on site
Make the money, doubles overnight type shit



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Writer(s): Allan Skead-owens
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