Lyrics M on my Mind - Chozus

Yeah yeah

M on my mind like the brother of Luigi
My bitch she boujee she only sip Fiji
Yeah she from London she could get a little cheeky
Tell her to chill she be getting too freaky
M on my mind, like that nigga Mario
Pockets too fat, they don't do cardio
I don't like to text I sent her an audio
Don't like her attitude I love her new body tho

My jacket off white, like I'm a scientist
In love with the money you could blame my environment
Fuck a 401K I don't plan on retiring
Cartier Lens I really be shining
I hopped in that Rari don't know how to start it
My dawgs locked up then I'm coming for the warden
Gold on my teeth you would think I'm from New Orleans
I don't do beef, Keep green in my wallet
I know some Zoes they don't play at all
They love extendos I don't get involved
If I got a problem they love to resolve
My son need a Bentley I need to evolve
10 Racks on my lawyer, don't fuck with his mom
20 On the bezel that's just on a arm
Spent 30k just at the mall
I need a Millie no Richard involved
I got a new ting she don't gimme anxiety
I gave her a ring yeah I love her new body
She love to fuck like its a new hobby
Yeah I keep her wet imma need another Downy
I hate disrespect don't get me started up
M on his head like the nigga Mario
Keep my pockets fat like the purple nigga Wario
Yeah I love to ball you would think I'm on the Warriors

M on my mind like the brother of Luigi
My bitch she boujee she only sip Fiji
Yeah she from London she could get a little cheeky
Tell her to chill she be getting too freaky
M on my mind, like that nigga Mario
Pockets too fat, they don't do cardio
I don't like to text I sent her an audio
Don't like her attitude I love her new body tho

My bitch she foreign she had to get a Visa
Cuttin niggas off so I went and got a Cesar
Shout out my ex yeah I told her I don't need her
Look at all my ice you would think I'm anemic
I'm a little racist I don't do two tone
I love when money call so I got two phones
Ding Ding Ding
Yeah I really need a clone
I smoke on exotic it be the cologne
I'm up all night I been running on E
I put her to sleep then I pop an addy
Catch some Z's I don't know what that means
When you in Chanel you can blame it on me
Just hop in the foreign its no key to start
The trunk in the front its a different scenario
My Rollie it dance like Charlie Damellio
Wrist too cold I be chillin like a eskimo

M on my mind like the brother of Luigi
My bitch she boujee she only sip Fiji
Yeah she from London she could get a little cheeky
Tell her to chill she be getting too freaky
M on my mind, like that nigga Mario
Pockets too fat, they don't do cardio
I don't like to text I sent her an audio
Don't like her attitude I love her new body tho