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otm - mind on a million lyrics

[intro: duffy]
b+tch
you know what the f+ck goin’ on

[verse 1: duffy]
strip team, bro just hit me with the facetime
me and p just poured a three, b+tch, i’m too fired
new chain, i’ll take yours ‘fore you take mine
tryna get a million, i don’t never really waste time
that n+gga jumpin’ off the porch without his shoes tied
i’ll knock a n+gga down to size if he my height
my fault, n+ggas mad we hoggin’ all the spotlight
all for it, all these n+ggas nice, f+ck i look like?
f+ck i look like gettin’ f+cked out a contract?
keep the goofy sh+t up over there, yeah, y’all got that
i just bought a brand new .9, this b+tch compact
box with me, i’ll leave a n+gga eye black

[verse 2: blue pesos]
that piece ain’t worth nothin’, n+gga, why the f+ck you buy that?
my mind on the mil’, n+ggas tryna get me sidetracked
i’m smokin’ out the pound, n+ggas matchin’ two dime sacks
i know we hit your b+tch, but stop actin’ like a crybaby
roll bounce, i’ll let a hundred off for rami
that 10k don’t compare, bro, you got that from the swap meet
hold the glock, duff, pass the e+sig, i’m tryna swap heats
she keep sayin’ i’m a n+gga, b+tch, that’s obvious
i’m a breadwinner, other n+ggas bottom feeders
i got a heaven+sent flow, come take a walk with jesus
jointed up, y’all should be thankful for the cold demons
you choose b+tches over hoes, sh+t, that’s your business
[verse 3: blue pesos & duffy]
we’ll blow his head off if he toe steppin’
hit the gas and get lost, it ain’t no pressure
why you hangin’ with a snitch like you don’t know better?

[verse 4: duffy]
sh+t, mei ling and sue yung know us, we the home wreckers
otm, i’ll k!ll behind them three letters
let him get to lookin’ like he trippin’, we’ll do the extras
step on him in these mcqueens i just had to get
three hundred dollars in my cup, high fashion sh+t

[verse 5: blue pesos]
sh+t, who mans is this?
quit the fabricatin’, we know the truth, that is not the truth
thousand dollar j’s when i’m tryna hoop
you gon’ always be broke ’cause you hang with goofies
crash on deck, tryna found out where we stashed the blower

[verse 6: duffy]
since when was n+ggas touchin’ money? i ain’t really notice
i’ll go in neimans for a tee and blow a couple hundred
mud walkin’ off the wock’, but i ain’t losin’ focus, n+gga, sh+t

[outro: duffy]
yeah, it’s some sh+t on me, b+tch
yeah, n+gga
spendin’ racks in neimans and all that
we know you n+ggas see it
yeah, sh+t is in me and it’s on me
b+tch

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