Lose My Mind - Waka Flocka Flame

I’ma lose my fucking mind

If you touch one of mine

All dese bitches snortin' lines

I’ma lose my fucking mind

If you touch one of mine

White bitches snortin' lines

Hunned bands for my time

Quarter mil on the line

Quarter mil for my time

Everywhere like Wi-Fi

Don’t go nowhere without my .5

We can shoot it out or fight

Those my brothers, better not touch 'em

If you do, I might bust 'em

For that sack, I might rush 'em

Know that pink ain’t robotussin

Drink muddy, yeah it’s dirty

White hoes snortin' and fuckin'

Blunt to the face, headbuttin'

Colorado, Denver Nugget

You got that work, we extortion nigga

Put the bud in the hood and endorse my niggas

I’m from Riverdale I was a magician

I get 'em gone soon as they get in

Never had a role model just me and my niggas

Extendo’s on the pistol

I remember havin' four dollas

And everybody starvin'

Had to split McChickens

Young nigga rich, go run to McDonald’s

I’m servin' McChickens

Rollie my wrist

Red bottoms my bitches

Black body my Bentley

No suit and tie, handle my business

And the same niggas still with me

In the same hood, on the same block

With the same niggas in the trenches

I’ma lose my fucking mind

If you touch one of mine

All dese bitches snortin' lines

I’ma lose my fucking mind

If you touch one of mine

White bitches snortin' lines

Hunned bands for my time

Quarter mil on the line

Quarter mil for my time

Coolin' with my slimes

I’ma lose my fuckin' mind

I wish I could press rewind

Sixty thousand on my time

Rollie on my wrist gon' shine

Stare too long, you might go blind

Every seen a real nigga on the Forbes list haan?

Back to back Porsches on my horse shit

Ever count a hundred thousand dollars like «Oh shit»

Ashy white bricks, know I hit it with the lotion

I swear I really came from nothin' nigga

Clayton County I was thuggin' nigga

Got my name, I was bussin' niggas

It’s defensive shots it ain’t nothing nigga

Broad day out in public nigga

You ain’t day one I ain’t fuckin' with ya

You a sweet lick, you a sucker nigga

See me out in traffic tryna duck a nigga

I go Slim Dunkin on these niggas

Love every one of my niggas

Fuck with 'em I swear I be gunnin' at niggas

Ain’t worried bout none of you niggas, I swear

I’ma lose my fucking mind

If you touch one of mine

All dese bitches snortin' lines

I’ma lose my fucking mind

If you touch one of mine

White bitches snortin' lines

Hunned bands for my time

Quarter mil on the line

Quarter mil for my time