Outta My Mind lyrics

[Intro: Finesse2Tymes]
Know what I'm sayin', baby?
I'm sayin', how you pushin' P and I'm pushin' P?
That mean we pushin' P
Finesse the world together, you know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
When I was locked, she kept it real, she held it down (She went down)
Now you know ain't too many b*tches hold it down (They wasn't 'round)
I manned up, I took my lick, I came home (I stood strong)
Got me a rental and a pack and it was on (I was gone)
Her ass fat, her pus*y fat, she worth a fortune (Ain't no question)
She helped me fill my bag up when I was hustlin' (I was busted)
She told me, "Get them broke-ass n*ggas out your life" (Out your sight)
She told mе all them n*ggas fake and she was right (Okay, you right)
I call hеr "b*tch," she call me "bae," but I'm some pimpin' (I'm a player)
Play around, baby, where you from? I'm from Memphis (East side)
She said she like my accent, she been scopin', she been watchin' (She watchin')
She said she wanna f*ck, she gotta sock it to my motherf*ckin' pocket, jack (Get that)

[Interlude: Finesse2Tymes]
You know, I ain't never been tender
You know what I'm sayin'? But, sh*t
Know what I'm sayin'? She a dragon, haha
sh*t, haha
Man, what you got to bring to the table? I got a lot, be player
[Verse 2: Finesse2Tymes]
Just don't be disloyal (Don't do that)
Just don't be ungrateful (Don't do that)
Mad because I'm f*ckin' off, never said I was faithful (I ain't say that)
Hate to hurt your feelings, rather you than me, it gotta be (I hate it)
I don't wanna hear how real you is, b*tch, I gotta see (Show me)
Keep your mouth closed, don't put everything on social sites (Player)
Don't call my phone b*tchin' whenever I don't come home at night (Nah)
Mind your own business and never question a grown man (Yeah)
Put that pus*y on me 'til I'm sleep, I hope you understand (Finesse)

[Interlude: Skilla Baby]
Huh, I ain't gon' lie
I hope you just understand how
How it feel to be me
I'm torn between bein' a trick and a pimp, though

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
Welcome to No Limit, I'm a rich n*gga, baby
You forget I'm out here cheatin' when that di*k in you, baby
Get you whatever you want, that's the trick in me, baby (Huh)
Then talk that talk to you, that's that pimp in me, baby
We ain't fightin' 'bout no pus*y, ain't no simp in me, baby (Uh-uh)
Put that soul pole on her, got my b*tch sittin' crazy
Say you tired of lame n*ggas, want a boss, then talk to me (Talk to me)
Let me fly you to the H, you want some sauce, just walk with me (Just walk with me)
I'll buy Chanel if that pus*y good (If that pus*y good)
Your n*gga broke as hell, he don't make enough (He don't make enough), huh
Put her in the Benz, took her through the hood (Took her to the hood)
Countin' all this money, I get paper cuts (I get paper cuts), huh