[Chorus]
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind (Mind)
(MC, make another hit)
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind (Let's go, mind)
(Project, Project, X, X, X)
I know deep down, right inside, you cannot be mine (Inside)
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind (Let's go, Let's go)
I got too much on my soul, too much on my mind (Let's go, Let's go)
I'm just tryna get behind, tryna get behind (Behind)
I'm first place, can't be behind, I can't be behind (That one, two, three)

[Verse]
I rock Phillip Lim my clothes, I can't do no Plein (No Plein)
Man, I got tired of the tryin', got tired of the cryin' (The tryin')
If you weren't already signed, I would probably sign (No lie)
With you, to you
I don't know why I'm stuck like glue (Like glue)
But deep down, I'm not scared to losе you, I mean it (Woah)
These bitchеs, they cheat, yeah, I seen it (I seen it, for real)
These bitches, they cheat, yeah, leave it (Me too, fuck it)
Just like oxygen, she breathe it
Just like oxygen, she breathe it
These bitches nasty, they lips Abreva (Ew)
What, what, huh?
Huh, yeah
Huh, yeah (Whoa)
Huh, yeah
Huh, phew
Huh, yeah
What? Yeah
Huh, dickhead
Bitch, sliding around in a coupe
Sliding around in your brand new boo, yeah
That's my old bitch, she ain't new
Yeah, huh, all of these hoes, yeah they choose
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, my pockets
I fuck with red, but they blue, what, huh (Get it)
I fuck with red, but they blue (Get it)
I don't even fuck with these bitches
All of these bitches, they choose, yeah, huh (Sometimes)
All of these bitches want money (Let's go)
All of these bitches can't get it from me (Uh-uh)
All of these bitches get humpty (What, what?)
All of these bitches get humpty
These bitches think I'm a dummy
Suck on my dick 'til it's gummy
What, what? (Let's go)
I put that dick in her tummy, yeah
I cannot bust in a bitch, I don't not want her mommy
Wrap it up just like a mummy, what?
Look at my boxers, Versace, said no, they ain't Tommy
Opps not wearin' that Versace (At all)
Balenciaga my body, uh
N***as, they mad, huh, yeah
Pull up right there with the phew, what, huh?
Pull up right there with the money machine
Bad bitch wanna fuck with me, uh
'Cause she know I am so fresh, so clean
But I'm not Andre Three-Stacks
I done pulled up with three stacks (Three stacks)
I done got high off the G6 (G6)
Ecstasy, bitch, I'm on three flats (Three flats)
Why that bitch wanna fuck with me?
Drive around in my whip, yeah, it got three flats (Three flats)
That's because I got my n***as in there
I got my fuckin, um, ooters in there
What's a ooter?
That is my shooters in there
Yeah, and I got a cougar in there (MC, make another hit)
Yeah, and she is a mover (Project, Project, X, X, X)
And you are a goofy goober, uh
I got the guap on me, yeah
Cheese, huh, knots, yeah, fettuccine
It's always somebody with me that's right from my block
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
I swear to God, it get hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Turn on A.C., 'cause it's hot
[Chorus]
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind
I know deep down, right inside, you cannot be mine
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind
I got too much on my soul, too much on my mind
I'm just tryna get behind, tryna get behind
I'm first place, can't be behind, I can't be behind