Mental lyrics
by Quentin Miller
[Intro: Quentin Miller]
Yeah
[Chorus: Quentin Miller]
I can’t count how much I got up out the trench
That’s your b*tch, 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
n*gga, what you came to do, we came to play, yeah
I’m еatin’ good, we eatin’ good, I’m gaining weight (Yеah)
Cold temperatures when Nick pull the templates up
n*ggas thought that sh*t 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 b*tch, 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)
n*gga 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 b*tch, 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