Текст песни Mind On A Million - Picaso Jetson , Karot

Got a bitch she wanna fuck
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