A LOT ON MY MIND lyrics

[Intro: Diorvsyou]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Diorvsyou]
I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
A lot on my mental
Yeah, little b*tch I stay on my grind
Yeah, all of my diamonds they blind
Yeah they going mental
And I do this sh*t off the dome
Little n*gga I don't need no pencil
Tryna run up we sending that sh*t to yo dome
Them bullets gone end you
Codeine in my double cup
Yeah I'm living life too slow, need VVs or better
I need a hoe cause the sweats be f*cking the whole ?
Soon as we met 'em
n*gga suffice funny
Know its Ricky the pants and Dolcе the sweater
Dior badgе yeah capital denim
I know they mad, they get mad when I wear them
These n*ggas they hate, they mad that I'm winning
And I'm still counting cash, I'm hitting
And I'm not her man, I'm him
And I can't be mad at him
Might as well laugh at them
Counting more cash than him
[Verse 1: Terrance Escobar]
Aye, I got a lot on my mind
My b*tch she thick as f*ck and she a dime
That b*tch got a lot on my line
I keep that glick on my side when I ride
I can not leave the house without my vibe
I'm rocking Ricky O all of the time
Ugh
Them n*ggas be claiming they doing that nasty sh*t
I'm mixing Margeilas and YSL habits b*tch
I don't hear them talking them n*ggas irrelevant
Aye, yeah, 2 racks on my fit just to go to the grocery sto'
Rolling exotic, I'm smoking biscotti
These n*ggas they still smoke potes

[Verse 2: Diorvsyou]
And these n*ggas still ?
And yo b*tch still under my post
I'm like 21 years old
She tryna f*ck, I'm tryna go ghost
And I'm not tryna talk no more
n*ggas not getting guap no more
n*ggas always tryna talk about clothes
n*ggas never tyna talk about hoes
n*ggas never tyna talk about shows
I was born for this sh*t I was chose
My chain finna be rose golden
And I can't ?
Demons on my phone every morning
Like why you being out recording?
Give a f*ck if its 3 in the morning
This what you signed up for and you know it
Put my whole life in this sh*t and I know it
I got these bad little thots and two foreigns
And I spent just like bands on me so I poured it
And I got these bands on me I'm important
Racks on ? shawty
?
My whip too fast and n*gga I'm floating
?
[Chorus: Diorvsyou]
I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
A lot on my mental
Yeah, little b*tch I stay on my grind
Yeah, all of my diamonds they blind
Yeah they going mental
And I do this sh*t off the dome
Little n*gga I don't need no pencil
Tryna run up we sending that sh*t to yo dome
Them bullets gone end you
Codeine in my double cup
Yeah I'm living life too slow, need VVs or better
I need a hoe cause the sweats be f*cking the whole ?
Soon as we met 'em
n*gga suffice funny
Know its Ricky the pants and Dolce the sweater
Dior badge yeah capital denim
I know they mad, they get mad when I wear them
These n*ggas they hate, they mad that I'm winning
And I'm still counting cash, I'm hitting
And I'm not her man, I'm him
And I can't be mad at him
Might as well laugh at them
Counting more cash than him