Lyrics Mind on a Million - J Stone, Curren$y

Mind on a Million

You can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Ain’t the man on the moon, I’m the man on a mission
Got my mind on a million so I grind for a million
And it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million
You can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Ain’t the man on the moon, I’m the man on a mission
Got my mind on a million so I grind for a million
And it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million
Yeah, I’m in my bag, this a different kind of swag
So we gon' bleed the lab to get that million dollar bag
I used to drive a Maxima, a Bimmer and a Jag
Bought that lowrider just to hit the switches on they ass
On the road to riches, I’m a savage
You can keep that pussy, bitch, I had it
Bossed up, I’m on a different status
Ran laps, you can catch my stats
Real nigga, you can check my tats
Flows colder than the skiers out in Aspen
Should I cop the Maybach or the Aston?
All these Backwoods I’m ashin'
Nigga stuck in the past tense
Me, I’m lookin' forward, not backwards
Tryna explore the whole atlas
I come from stashin' blowers in a mattress
You can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Ain’t the man on the moon, I’m the man on a mission
Got my mind on a million so I grind for a million
And it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million
You can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Ain’t the man on the moon, I’m the man on a mission (Turn it up a little bit
for me)
Got my mind on a million so I grind for a million (Yeah)
And it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million (Yeah, uh)
This Eastside Andretti, saggin' in that rag Chevy
Know I’m from New Orleans, though I fuck with California heavy
Stayin' ready, focused, 'cause I see that loot approachin'
We gon' get this heist in motion, get these vault doors open
Let us count up in the mornin', dressed fresh as my
Stretchin' them investments, I’m forever paid
Niggas like infectin' the section
Gotta get 'em out our circle, they don’t follow directions
Corvette 911 Turbos we flexin'
On one lick while we plottin' out the next one
Gotta keep 'em guessin'
Jet Life 'til we die, though the vibe is forever
Andretti OG, nigga, I’m high as ever
Real niggas put they minds together
They can buy whatever, towers as tall as
Plans as big as— you can’t name 'em
If you want it, gotta claim it, what your aim is?
You can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Ain’t the man on the moon, I’m the man on a mission
Got my mind on a million so I grind for a million
And it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million
You can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Ain’t the man on the moon, I’m the man on a mission
Got my mind on a million so I grind for a million
And it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million
Uh, Ralphs to the penthouse, come and sight-see
3X-Tall used to be my white tee
Now I’m shoppin' at the mall for some Nikes
Then hit Saks and spend a couple hundred on a white tee
They say it ain’t trickin' if you got it
But I got it and I ain’t trickin'
Every day I eat like it’s Thanksgivin'
No handouts, fuck what them banks lendin'
Cut some people off, wasn’t cut from my cloth
Them niggas soft, they ain’t from where I come from at all
Some bitches lost in the sauce, just wanna get tossed
Before I grew up I knew I was gon' be a boss
Shout out to Black Sam and the homie Nip
And fuck the middleman 'cause we don’t owe 'em shit
Dropped that «All Get Right», told you my flow was sick
this whole rap, I ain’t wrote this shit
You can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Ain’t the man on the moon, I’m the man on a mission
Got my mind on a million so I grind for a million
And it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million
You can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Ain’t the man on the moon, I’m the man on a mission
Got my mind on a million so I grind for a million
And it’s a different type of swag like they signed me for a million