Mind Over Matter
Mind over matter!
Eh, eh, eh, eh!
No need for pressure I can see through yo brain baby
No need for weapons Imma'
Have you 'to my ve-ve-ve-vein baby?
In every language I might just think of pain
I'll be having her lot
Without even trying
I'm like her be welcome baby
I'm not even lying
Money over matter
She gonna throw a pitcher
Till the pitcher leave her aay
I will never rest no major
I won't play no games baby
Where did you go
And here's my prediction
You and me over the heat
In every position
I'll be having her lot
Without even trying
I'm like her be welcome baby
I'm not even lying
Money over matter
She gonna throw a pitcher
Till the pitcher leave her aay
Ay come here real quick baby
Alright, dim the lights low, dim the lights low
Turn the music down, turn the music down
In bout 3-4-5 minutes we gonna end up making new sounds
Oh you like that? Oh you like that?
What it sound like? What it sound like?
Plus the way you pass that, pap pap
Make a brother wanna wife that, wanna wife that
She in a bad mood then I give her that good
Smack that back cause it bounce right back
And read them other brothers put a Louie like that
Hold up! Mind over matter so just put yo mind to it
I'll be the teacher yeah you be my student
You, me silk sheet room 112, bitches cream
I'll be having her lot
Without even trying
I'm like her be welcome baby
I'm not even lying
Money over matter
She gonna throw a pitcher
Till the pitcher leave her aay
Eh, eh, eh, eh!
No need for pressure I can see through yo brain baby
No need for weapons Imma'
Have you 'to my ve-ve-ve-vein baby?
In every language I might just think of pain
I'll be having her lot
Without even trying
I'm like her be welcome baby
I'm not even lying
Money over matter
She gonna throw a pitcher
Till the pitcher leave her aay
I will never rest no major
I won't play no games baby
Where did you go
And here's my prediction
You and me over the heat
In every position
I'll be having her lot
Without even trying
I'm like her be welcome baby
I'm not even lying
Money over matter
She gonna throw a pitcher
Till the pitcher leave her aay
Ay come here real quick baby
Alright, dim the lights low, dim the lights low
Turn the music down, turn the music down
In bout 3-4-5 minutes we gonna end up making new sounds
Oh you like that? Oh you like that?
What it sound like? What it sound like?
Plus the way you pass that, pap pap
Make a brother wanna wife that, wanna wife that
She in a bad mood then I give her that good
Smack that back cause it bounce right back
And read them other brothers put a Louie like that
Hold up! Mind over matter so just put yo mind to it
I'll be the teacher yeah you be my student
You, me silk sheet room 112, bitches cream
I'll be having her lot
Without even trying
I'm like her be welcome baby
I'm not even lying
Money over matter
She gonna throw a pitcher
Till the pitcher leave her aay
Credits
Writer(s): Carmen Key, Daniel De Bourg, Marqueze Parker
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