Big Sad 1900 - Always On My Mind lyrics
[Big Sad 1900 - Always On My Mind lyrics]
Ayy, you can call on me, you know I got your back (Got your back)
Wanna see you in the foreign, pullin' up with racks (Yeah)
I spent thousands at the doctor, got your body snatched
You throw that shit on them bitches always copy that (Yeah)
You be always on my mind, I wanna pick you up (Come on)
You told me stay on my dream when I was givin' up (When I was givin' up)
I'm tryna open up my heart, I hope you listen up (Yeah, look, look)
Pullin' up with red seats and Forgis, got you sittin' up
She know exactly how I play, she know I been the shit (Bitch, I been the shit)
I had her walk the blade, with you, she playin' innocent (She ain't innocent)
'Fore I made it with this rap shit, bitch I been legit (Yeah)
Played my song and she turn it up like, "Ooh, I'm feelin' this" (She like, "I'm feelin' this")
She open up to me, tell me exactly how she feel (How you feel, bitch?)
I open up back like, "Bitch, just keep it real" (Keep it real)
This bitch got my back, she wanna see me get them deals (Huh?)
I'ma drop that bag and I'ma move her to the hills (Move her to the hills)
I got love for this bitch, but she trifling (She trife)
She do shit I don't condone and I don't like it
All these eyes on us, we can't be fighting (Hell no)
I fucked up, she texted me like, "Why you lyin'?" (Why you lyin'?)
I'm 'bout to take a trip OT, I want you slide too
I'm tryna lace you with this shit, I'm tryna guide you
You the baddest bitch around, how I'm gon' hide you? (Yeah)
That's my rider, that's my bitch, she like 5'2'' (Yeah)
Ayy, you can call on me, you know I got your back (Got your back)
Wanna see you in the foreign, pullin' up with racks (Yeah)
I spent thousands at the doctor, got your body snatched
You throw that shit on them bitches always copy that (Yeah)
You be always on my mind, I wanna pick you up (Come on)
You told me stay on my dream when I was givin' up (When I was givin' up)
I'm tryna open up your heart, I hope you listen up
Pullin' up with red seats and Forgis, got you sittin' up
You pull up in Celine, bounce out Chanel (Yeah)
She had my back when I did time off in them cells
They call my name and I'm knowin' I had some mail (Yeah)
This bitch for real, she even got me out on bail
We take a trip, we can go off to Belize (Come on)
I been through it, you the perfect bitch I need (You the bitch I need, girl)
We winnin' 'round this bitch, but I can't give a bitch no ring (Nah)
I'm steppin' on these niggas, I can't let 'em get no lead (Nah)
You steppin' out designer, red bottom on your feet
She put it on the table, I'ma get it out my sleeve
You know we pourin' fours in the SRT jeep (Come on)
I made two hundred thousand and I did it in a week (Run that shit up)
We in a foreign with her feet up on the dash (Yeah)
Spent ten thousand, went and got the bitch an ass
You know where I keep my straps you know where I keep my cash
We movin' fast, I'm just hopin' that we last, yeah
Ayy, you can call on me, you know I got your back (Got your back)
Wanna see you in the foreign, pullin' up with racks (Yeah)
I spent thousands at the doctor, got your body snatched
You throw that shit on them bitches always copy that (Yeah)
You be always on my mind, I wanna pick you up (Come on)
You told me stay on my dream when I was givin' up (When I was givin' up)
I'm tryna open up my heart, I hope you listen up
Pullin' up with red seats and Forgis, got you sittin' up
Wanna see you in the foreign, pullin' up with racks (Yeah)
I spent thousands at the doctor, got your body snatched
You throw that shit on them bitches always copy that (Yeah)
You be always on my mind, I wanna pick you up (Come on)
You told me stay on my dream when I was givin' up (When I was givin' up)
I'm tryna open up my heart, I hope you listen up (Yeah, look, look)
Pullin' up with red seats and Forgis, got you sittin' up
She know exactly how I play, she know I been the shit (Bitch, I been the shit)
I had her walk the blade, with you, she playin' innocent (She ain't innocent)
'Fore I made it with this rap shit, bitch I been legit (Yeah)
Played my song and she turn it up like, "Ooh, I'm feelin' this" (She like, "I'm feelin' this")
She open up to me, tell me exactly how she feel (How you feel, bitch?)
I open up back like, "Bitch, just keep it real" (Keep it real)
This bitch got my back, she wanna see me get them deals (Huh?)
I'ma drop that bag and I'ma move her to the hills (Move her to the hills)
I got love for this bitch, but she trifling (She trife)
She do shit I don't condone and I don't like it
All these eyes on us, we can't be fighting (Hell no)
I fucked up, she texted me like, "Why you lyin'?" (Why you lyin'?)
I'm 'bout to take a trip OT, I want you slide too
I'm tryna lace you with this shit, I'm tryna guide you
You the baddest bitch around, how I'm gon' hide you? (Yeah)
That's my rider, that's my bitch, she like 5'2'' (Yeah)
Ayy, you can call on me, you know I got your back (Got your back)
Wanna see you in the foreign, pullin' up with racks (Yeah)
I spent thousands at the doctor, got your body snatched
You throw that shit on them bitches always copy that (Yeah)
You be always on my mind, I wanna pick you up (Come on)
You told me stay on my dream when I was givin' up (When I was givin' up)
I'm tryna open up your heart, I hope you listen up
Pullin' up with red seats and Forgis, got you sittin' up
You pull up in Celine, bounce out Chanel (Yeah)
She had my back when I did time off in them cells
They call my name and I'm knowin' I had some mail (Yeah)
This bitch for real, she even got me out on bail
We take a trip, we can go off to Belize (Come on)
I been through it, you the perfect bitch I need (You the bitch I need, girl)
We winnin' 'round this bitch, but I can't give a bitch no ring (Nah)
I'm steppin' on these niggas, I can't let 'em get no lead (Nah)
You steppin' out designer, red bottom on your feet
She put it on the table, I'ma get it out my sleeve
You know we pourin' fours in the SRT jeep (Come on)
I made two hundred thousand and I did it in a week (Run that shit up)
We in a foreign with her feet up on the dash (Yeah)
Spent ten thousand, went and got the bitch an ass
You know where I keep my straps you know where I keep my cash
We movin' fast, I'm just hopin' that we last, yeah
Ayy, you can call on me, you know I got your back (Got your back)
Wanna see you in the foreign, pullin' up with racks (Yeah)
I spent thousands at the doctor, got your body snatched
You throw that shit on them bitches always copy that (Yeah)
You be always on my mind, I wanna pick you up (Come on)
You told me stay on my dream when I was givin' up (When I was givin' up)
I'm tryna open up my heart, I hope you listen up
Pullin' up with red seats and Forgis, got you sittin' up