Too Much on My Mind

Yeah, yeah

Missed call on my phone, I've been in my zone

I've been in my bag, doin' it on my own

I know I'm wrong

I'm on the grind, I ain't been home

She don't understand, she think I'm wrong

I got too much on my mind, she think I'm stoned

I got too many racks, she think I'm on

I got too many racks inside my home

I'm the greatest

I wasn't 'posed to make it but I made it

How he drop once a year? They waitin'

Know these f*ck n*ggas mad, and they hate it

Louis V my fragrance, I done waited patient

Being broke hurt my heart, I couldn't take it

Being broke hurt my heart, I had to face it

Had to lead with my heart, I couldn't fake it

Think they bitches bad, I think they basic

You can keep them bags, I can replace 'em

Hard times made it what it made me

We on the run like never before, this sh*t amazing, hey

Love, faded off my drug

She just wanna club, I just wanna f*ck

I don't hang, I don't claim, I just run it up

In my own lane, own gang, they ain't nothin' like us

Dope boy, trap n*gga, millionaire demeanor

I be workin' these tracks now, she think I'm a singer

Don't be comparin' me to no n*gga, naw, naw

I don't need 'em, I'm just sayin'

'Cause this sound that I got could fill arenas, I'm just sayin'

All these racks that I got, could get Serena, I'm just sayin'

This Spanish b*tch I just got look like Selena, I'm just sayin'

Whole lot of money, I don't need her, I'm just sayin'

Yeah

Oh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

Yeah, baby...