Jmc - Off My Mind Lyrics

Whats the move, I got the cash
Cause we been working 9 to 5
Hop in the whip vroom dash
We fresh and looking so alive
My brothers on the come up and we slowly tryna make it
Number one stunters we flexing and we never fake it
The city getting dark we closer to the nighttime
I cant be stuck up on no shorty tryna find mine
The boys be sipping we elegant with the fine wine
So now im wavy we just looking for a good time
Off my mind when i be tripping in the club
These bitches on my line they tryna holla say whats up
Im tryna drop that spice its hotter than sriracha sauce
Im catching all these W's me and the homies never lost
Off my mind when i be tripping in the club
These bitches on my line they tryna holla say whats up
Im tryna drop that spice its hotter than sriracha sauce
Im catching all these W's me and the homies never lost
Just tryna get a bigger cheque for them bigger days
Niggas stay and watch me grow and then they so amazed
Making bills raking bank thats the usual
More money moves watch me do it so casual
Plus these shorties on the side they wanna me down
Tell me that youll ride or die and we'll be safe and sound
I need a finer ting to hustle with me, bring a pound
Come around, through the whip, to the crib, if you're down
Off my mind when i be tripping in the club
These bitches on my line they tryna holla say whats up
Im tryna drop that spice its hotter than sriracha sauce
Im catching all these W's me and the homies never lost