Mental! (Extended Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Quentin Miller] Yeah [Chorus: Quentin Miller] I can't count how much I got up out the trench That's your bitch, I forgot how much she meant to you We got Nick on the beat going mental Double XL magazines get your issue, yeah TRL, I got fans out the window Was drunk as hell, baby, I ain't mean to hit you She hopped in, I knew from then it was official When we walked in they knew from then we up official [Verse 1: Quentin Miller] Made some racks to write some raps the other day Dirty money up in Follies for the shake Nigga, what you came to do, we came to play, yeah I'm eatin' good, we eatin' good, I'm gaining weight (Yeah) Cold temperatures when Nick pull the templates up Niggas thought that shit was sweet, they thought it was simple Shouts my haters, y'all were truly instrumental Every day we making big motion pictures (God damn) [Chorus: Quentin Miller & TheCoolisMac] I can't count how much I got up out the trench That's your bitch, I forgot how much she meant to you We got Nick on the beat going mental Double XL magazines get your issue, yeah (Get your issue) TRL, I got fans out the window (Ya dig) Was drunk as hell baby I ain't mean to hit you (Turn up in here) She hopped in I knew from then it was official (Yeah, yeah it's official) When we walked in they knew from then we up official [Verse 2: TheCoolisMac] It's a (Official) No whistle (Turn up in here) If you die today boy, the streets won't miss you (No, they won't miss you) Do you feel tired when you go and put on your fit too (Damn) Wooh she felt the breeze now she tryna see what I'm into (Shooh, shooh, shooh, shooh) And I'm having that (Damn) Nigga talking down on the squad we ain't having that (No sir) I'm in penthouse with an alley cat (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I got my own strong, please don't pass me that (Please don't pass me that, yeah) [Chorus: Quentin Miller] I can't count how much I got up out the trench That's your bitch, I forgot how much she meant to you We got Nick on the beat going mental Double XL magazines get your issue, yeah TRL, I got fans out the window Was drunk as hell, baby, I ain't mean to hit you She hopped in, I knew from then it was official When we walked in, they knew from then we up official