Kool John - Back On Your Mind lyrics

[Hook] Right back on your mind That's forever no that's never gonna die Right back on your mind, back on your mind I stay on my grind That's forever no that's never gonna die I stay on my grind, I stay on my grind [Verse 1: IamSu!] Back on your mind I love the cash and I say that all the time I been on my G, since Lil Wayne put out 500 Degreez You want a show bro you gonna have to pay me Don't leave the whip until I get my money You know that's all I believe We in this b**h I swear to god we won't leave I love my squad love my team Don't love these hoes but I'm in love with the pink Sometimes I sit back and think Why everybody know me when I walk in the bank And this still ain't a game Never scared of you n***as and we still ain't afraid Cause we still run the bay They can hate if they want but we don't care what they say Cause I'm [Hook] [Verse 2: Skipper] Yep, got my gang in this b**h Stick to the fundamentals that I learned in the Rich Oh, and you know Imma shine Heart Breakers we be the gang I rep that sh** all the time Yeah, and I'm bringing it back Got b**hes getting submissive off the Hennessy Black The Pica**o of Rap Suzy played me this banger and I said it's a wrap Yep, I'm that n***a with juice Take her back to the crib that b**h know just what to do I'm pulling up out the lot in something missing the roof Can't tell me that it's impossible I'm living the proof I'm keeping them cookies rolling like a michelin do BelAire got your b**h getting loose Haters saying it ain't fair now they calling a truce On the grind all the time make it do what it do Ooh, Skipper [Hook] [Verse 3: Kool John] I threw a party and I'm selling it out It ain't about money then I make her re-route You talking rap I'm the best of them out My cash is getting straighter, like I measured it out I heard your b**h was a dick-pleaser I make her knees crumble like bread pieces The Uber picking us up, my flow is super deluxe Got stupid kicks like I'm chuck And I'm fresh off tour with a b**h by the shore All the liquor get em poured up You smell the weed in my pores And I'm f**ing all the who*es in the party And it's going up A rap stars splurgin' off the black card Jumped so many hurdles could have been a track star f**ing around in my BMW With Su and P, with 3 L dubs (Yee!) [Hook]