"Mind" lyrics

I-I-I go through withdrawals when I don't make deposits
I-I'm addicted to the guap, I'm a guapoholic
They-they say Crooshy-Wooshy please don't go chameleon
Switching up only because you're makin' millions
N-N-N Never taking L's, got me skippin' letters
Your girl traded you for me because I hit it better
That's okay I'll give her back to you once I'm finito
We be doin' x-rated shit, feel like Vin Diesel

Hate on me and I ignore it
You date fours and I date foreigns
Everyday's a celebration pop it, pull it, twist it, pour
Sippin Saki got me cocky
Cannot stop me, Laddidaddi
Anybody can get bodied
You slow down like Ricky Bobby
Swerve

Pull up, I hop out the Uber feeling like the guy
Yeah, another day another dime
Just got a call bout a gun and they'll prolly want some but I'll keep it at mine
I see this shit they don't want you to see
Turn up a deal like it's nothing to me
I-I need more than just 400k
I-I'm the youngest comin' out L.A

Three-hundred my shoes, yea
Bish I pay my dues, yea
Woke up bout round six, yea
I got shit to do, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mi-

Ay, thousand on my chest, yes
Money make me stress, less
It's been on my mind, what
Won't you take a gress, yea
Money bag all on my mind, ye
Money bag all on my mind, ye
Money bag all on my uh, yea, yea
Great, yea

Money bag all on my mind, yea
I think of her all of the time, yea
One thing I cannot afford is distractions
She cannot know where the stash is
Dropped out of school bish I wanna be famous
Only A-one on this A-List
Gucci the shoes and I swear that's they laced em'
Won't find me shopping at Pay-Less
Labels take all of my phone, way
I do it all on my own, yea
Twenty-Mill can buy strings, yea
And I make the fucking beats, yea
Tell me really watchu see, yea
Please don't beat around the bush, yea
I can tell that she a freak, oh
How she do not have a bush?

I-I-I produce all of my shit, yea
Labels stay all on my dick, yea
If you do not like me, that's okay
You could go fall off a cliff, aye
Don't give a fuck bout the feedback
All of these rappers are decaf
I do my things
Stack up the green
And I sell beats if you need that

Mo-Money bag all on my mind, yea
Think of it all of the time, yea
Call it whatever you call it
I pull up and pull out my wallet
Check that Fico score, ouu
Diamonds look like green, yea
All my money clean, yea
I just do my thing
Croosh it

Three-hundred my shoes, yea
Bish I pay my dues, yea
Woke up bout round six, yea
I got shit to do, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mi-

Ay, thousand on my chest, yes
Money make me stress, less
It's been on my mind, what
Won't you take a gress, yea
Money bag all on my mind, ye
Money bag all on my mind, ye
Money bag all on my uh, yea, yea
Woosh it