Back On Your Mind - Iamsu!, Skipper, Kool John

Right back on your mind

That’s forever no that’s never gonna die

Right back on your mind, back on your mind

I stay on my grind

That’s forever no that’s never gonna die

I stay on my grind, I stay on my grind

Back on your mind

I love the cash and I say that all the time

I been on my G, since Lil Wayne put out 500 Degreez

You want a show bro you gonna have to pay me

Don’t leave the whip until I get my money

You know that’s all I believe

We in this bitch I swear to god we won’t leave

I love my squad love my team

Don’t love these hoes but I’m in love with the pink

Sometimes I sit back and think

Why everybody know me when I walk in the bank

And this still ain’t a game

Never scared of you niggas and we still ain’t afraid

Cause we still run the bay

They can hate if they want but we don’t care what they say

Cause I’m

Yep, got my gang in this bitch

Stick to the fundamentals that I learned in the Rich

Oh, and you know Imma shine

Heart Breakers we be the gang I rep that shit all the time

Yeah, and I’m bringing it back

Got bitches getting submissive off the Hennessy Black

The Picasso of Rap

Suzy played me this banger and I said it’s a wrap

Yep, I’m that nigga with juice

Take her back to the crib that bitch know just what to do

I’m pulling up out the lot in something missing the roof

Can’t tell me that it’s impossible I’m living the proof

I’m keeping them cookies rolling like a michelin do

BelAire got your bitch getting loose

Haters saying it ain’t fair now they calling a truce

On the grind all the time make it do what it do

Ooh, Skipper

I threw a party and I’m selling it out

It ain’t about money then I make her re-route

You talking rap I’m the best of them out

My cash is getting straighter, like I measured it out

I heard your bitch was a dick-pleaser

I make her knees crumble like bread pieces

The Uber picking us up, my flow is super deluxe

Got stupid kicks like I’m chuck

And I’m fresh off tour with a bitch by the shore

All the liquor get em poured up

You smell the weed in my pores

And I’m fucking all the whores in the party

And it’s going up

A rap stars splurgin' off the black card

Jumped so many hurdles could have been a track star

Fucking around in my BMW

With Su and P, with 3 L dubs (Yee!)