Mind on a Million (feat. Picaso Jetson)

Got a bitch she wanna f*ck Bout ta meet her ass for lunch Got ticket for a show Got a bitch that wanna go Time roll me up some dro Purple gas it keep me slow Pack a 40 for some lunch Hollows pop poppin like it’s gum If a nigga wanna run I’m the plug I keep up one Ever seen a hollow drum Better yet you better run This the mil ticket It’s at yo fuckin fitted Yo bitch fuckin livid Screaming out honda civic I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I can not feel you My mind on a million Stand on yo toes Forty 1 four I might head out On my first million I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I can not feel you My mind on a million Stand on yo toes Forty 1 four I might head out On my first million I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I'm with the Woah Woah Woah Woah I Cuban link match the Rolex Money stretching like Bowflex Put my blood on the pad Told my dad I’m in it like Kotex Aiming for my respect in awe Like “This who you let go next?” Really, unethical You got ethanol And you gone flex Negative 8 degrees Inhaling trees Foreseeing focus Most people ain’t wanna believe But I’ll achieved by time they notice The lotus These flowers bomb Guess I sprouted where they ain’t notice I scoped it Dope as the pope is That moment, I start to notice Believe in yourself Prolific, you gifted Young black, encoded with greatness Enriched with the g-good To go and get it. Lock! Start loading I was staring out my window and I noticed something potent Every snowflake gotta melt So on that notion Just keep goin This the mil ticket It’s at yo fuckin fitted Yo bitch fuckin livid Screaming out honda civic I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I can not feel you My mind on a million Stand on yo toes Forty 1 four I might head out On my first million I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I can not feel you My mind on a million Stand on yo toes Forty 1 four I might head out On my first million I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I'm with the Woah Woah Woah Woah Lil Johnny jumped off the 23 Lil Johnny off of center street Lil Johnny had a dirty heat He slipped the cut where niggas be He catch em lackin He up the heat Now make y’all fingers touch yo feet He stripping everybody Talk, he whippin' everybody Ruger welcome to party Pistol whippin' Johnny robbin' He gon' take us out of poverty Buried deep if he get sloppy But we got got him This no Ghost and Tommy This that rope and tie beat This that Cole n Tommy This that got no job I’m robbin' Play it at the club we rockin' At the mall we shoppin' droppin' She gon' pop and lock it We gon' lock and pop em' Make a body drop Drop Drop This the mil ticket It’s at yo fuckin fitted Yo bitch fuckin livid Screaming out honda civic I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I can not feel you My mind on a million Stand on yo toes Forty 1 four I might head out On my first million I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I can not feel you My mind on a million Stand on yo toes Forty 1 four I might head out On my first million I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I’m with the bros I’m with the woes I'm with the Woah Woah Woah Woah