On Your Mind

Peace to New York where they smoke weed in the streets

Lady when everyone see her, but a freak in the sheets

Balenciaga buyer, Ferrari driver

Who knew when I was young, these horses what these girls admire?

In front of the club burning on tires

Looking for niggas who wearing wires

Was customers, now we suppliers

Private plane, private island

New chain, now I'm styling

Order at Delilah's, king crab salad

R&B chick say she used to ballads

Girl, ask around, I'm valid

Hop in this Rolls-Royce, that ass I'm grabbing

I'm used to first-night stabbing, no thoughts of long-term marriage

No horse, no carriage, we billionaire status

I had to move out to Malibu and get up out the Valley

I gotta smoke weed, I like to chill, sometimes it gets too rowdy

Say this the best she ever smoked, she coming back to Cali

Come to my crib and hit the bong and said she was outie

You don't ever get this high 'til you get around me

This the best she ever smoked, she coming back to Cali

When she get back home to her crib, she dream and ask about me

I spend it all on a bag, don't really have to count it

What country? Can't pronounce it, that money make a mountain

Got what it takes and more to make and still be back tomorrow

I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now

I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now

I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now

I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now

Break it down, roll it up

High as ****, join the club

Make a new album tough

I'ma put on that stuff

Make a young nigga green out

Hydrate and water it up

Bought some new Chrome, it's a must

Bought a new drip for my son

Daughter be chilling

Constantly filling my cup

Using them billions

Taylor Gang, no one like us

Inhale, exhale

The weed I sell

Like kush, I smell

Get locked, post bail

I keep some good weed on me

I need a chick that's down to fly with them B's like Barbie

Taylor Gang, we the army

Asked if I'm sober, hardly

Never go broke, I promise

These ain't just clothes, they garments

Come to Chrome, I got my own department

Got a bigger room for my son, it's like his own apartment

No cap, being honest

Kush, chat, weed the bombest

No store, just the closet

New strain, check deposit

I had to move out to Malibu and get up out the Valley

I gotta smoke weed, I like to chill, sometimes it gets too rowdy

Say this the best she ever smoked, she coming back to Cali

Come to my crib and hit the bong and said she was outie

You don't ever get this high 'til you get around me

This the best she ever smoked, she coming back to Cali

When she get back home to her crib, she dream and ask about me

I spend it all on a bag, don't really have to count it

What country? Can't pronounce it, that money make a mountain

Got what it takes and more to make and still be back tomorrow

I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now

I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now

I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now

I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now