Get Your Mind Right
Tell that bitch to leave, I dont really care.
The diamonds on my wrists strip
four carats in my air
Im feelin like a king I dont even have to steer
This car drive itself 30 mil one year (2015)
My fam died, not a tear dropped
forty straps my homie in
im not goin stop
Shit we gettin money outta bops tonight
Flip weed do a bump, (glock)
Lil mama got ass,
Dance slow, while she wanna talk cash
Hardcore hash live fast til I pass
What it crop, what im gonna few
Haters gonna laugh shit
Smoke tough I can never quit
Rolé on my wrist I can never get enough of this
Pullin on the ham, what they scream loud
S-fire, today I brought the beamer out
Turn it up, let the smoke settle
Blurred lines everywhere, gaspedal
We'll spin see the tins in the distance
Smell the flower that we burn, for instance
Hemonie, smoking lemon tree
Rolling cherrypie on that glasstip
shatter up in the sky.
Yea, we elevate it, aint no mind hater
Roll it up, funky feels with the shaw paper
We keep you medicated,
You at the table faded
So much queen im jaded
I know you fuckin hate it
See the birds flock to the nest
Green thumb, top shelf yeah we out west
Shoutout to the sherbinator
with the jaw that are higher than a elevator
Damn so much fuckin flavor
Jet lights, Jet fuel, dab two
yeah, uh
I feel like the man when I roll through
Used to write checks,
Im like man I hope that go through
Now I ride foreign
you aint fresh n I dont know you
Everything new coz I was pulled back in the oldschool
Feelin like im olst too
House on the hill
I've tracked alot of drugs
I get it to pay my bills
I be grind in the hood
our hideout, pretty boy on the screen
but let the nigga find out
Made my first mill at twentyone
Highschool I was a bum
Now fuckin it is done.
I dont care if they go
you got money, give me some
yea give it to spintin my jobs
binzes n benz
All I missin is slippin im on a mission
I used to tell a nigga grow up
now they be like what the fuck is that when I roll up
Now I get a hundredfifty racks when I show up
yeah nigguh, all I gotta do is show up!, huh.
The diamonds on my wrists strip
four carats in my air
Im feelin like a king I dont even have to steer
This car drive itself 30 mil one year (2015)
My fam died, not a tear dropped
forty straps my homie in
im not goin stop
Shit we gettin money outta bops tonight
Flip weed do a bump, (glock)
Lil mama got ass,
Dance slow, while she wanna talk cash
Hardcore hash live fast til I pass
What it crop, what im gonna few
Haters gonna laugh shit
Smoke tough I can never quit
Rolé on my wrist I can never get enough of this
Pullin on the ham, what they scream loud
S-fire, today I brought the beamer out
Turn it up, let the smoke settle
Blurred lines everywhere, gaspedal
We'll spin see the tins in the distance
Smell the flower that we burn, for instance
Hemonie, smoking lemon tree
Rolling cherrypie on that glasstip
shatter up in the sky.
Yea, we elevate it, aint no mind hater
Roll it up, funky feels with the shaw paper
We keep you medicated,
You at the table faded
So much queen im jaded
I know you fuckin hate it
See the birds flock to the nest
Green thumb, top shelf yeah we out west
Shoutout to the sherbinator
with the jaw that are higher than a elevator
Damn so much fuckin flavor
Jet lights, Jet fuel, dab two
yeah, uh
I feel like the man when I roll through
Used to write checks,
Im like man I hope that go through
Now I ride foreign
you aint fresh n I dont know you
Everything new coz I was pulled back in the oldschool
Feelin like im olst too
House on the hill
I've tracked alot of drugs
I get it to pay my bills
I be grind in the hood
our hideout, pretty boy on the screen
but let the nigga find out
Made my first mill at twentyone
Highschool I was a bum
Now fuckin it is done.
I dont care if they go
you got money, give me some
yea give it to spintin my jobs
binzes n benz
All I missin is slippin im on a mission
I used to tell a nigga grow up
now they be like what the fuck is that when I roll up
Now I get a hundredfifty racks when I show up
yeah nigguh, all I gotta do is show up!, huh.
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Wynn Woods, Gilbert Anthony Jr Milam
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