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[Intro] State of mind, state of mind, state of mind State of mind, state of mind, state of mind [Chorus: w!ldflwr] Baby you know that I got what you need I just wanted your love bae, was that hard to see? Baby you know what I mean Think she a model with a magazine (Damn) Sorry that I have to let her go 'cause she didn't fuck with the team [Verse 1: w!ldflwr] Shoutout my mama, I'm stackin' my commas, I'm stackin' my dollars I'm rockin' that Fendi, that Prada, that Gucci and maybe some Balenciaga Take that bitch to the Bahamas I'm breakin' her back then I take her down to Benihanas Bend her over, make her holler I'm fuckin' her fast and I'm fuckin her without a condom All these niggas want mе dead (Woah) But you couldn't save a ho (Huh, damn) Tell mе why you federal, fuckin' yo bitch she say that I'm incredible White bitch put that pussy on Snapchat, your ho is a nat-nat Me and my niggas we ride in the Scat Pack, take off in this bitch Now we crashin' the whip, now we runnin' [Verse 2: kitz] Crashing whips exotic cars, all my shit be up to par Manifested, I'll go far, you're forever in my heart I said shit that I regret, now yo' friends be at my head You ain't even a damn threat, posting 'bout me up on threads That shit fucking crazy, I been on that deep end Try to fucking save me, fuck all of your reasons We should stop the faking, if I see the crown, best believe that's what I'm taking [Chorus: w!ldflwr] Baby you know that I got what you need I just wanted your love bae, was that hard to see? Baby you know what I mean Think she a model with a magazine (Damn) Sorry that I have to let her go 'cause she didn't fuck with the team Baby you know that I got what you need I just wanted your love bae, was that hard to see? Baby you know what I mean Think she a model with a magazine (Damn) Sorry that I have to let her go 'cause she didn't fuck with the team [Verse 3: Pingmas] Flexin', you know 'bout the fit, okay Textin' then throwin' that bitch away Sorry you know that I gotta Got too many problem bitches, dodge that shit like ole Knock and then kick down the door like I'm Faygo She say that she love me like Fazo I'm boutta get busy, so you gotta let go Rub peroxy in my body like kmoe Baby, I know that you fuckin' with me I feel it, I see through your eyes She know that she hot like three hundred degrees But she lovin' on me wonder why I know that you want it, you callin' on me You invited, bae please come inside Need you right now Swear all this shit feel the, uh, same Only want me for money, I bet that you wouldn't I ain't had a name I just fumbled a bitch, oh well, I know that she wanted the same things Always tell me they endin' up different but I still have yet to see damn change Well oh well, what damn shame