OUT OF MY HEAD Lyrics

Out of my head, into my bag

I know they mad uh

Hop out the Porsche, I do the dash

Wrapped it in matte uh

Bitch imma do what I want cause I know imma blast off

I'm in my own world, yeah I might just call NASA

I want a lot of things I won't stop until I get it

I'm keeping my foot on the gas

I wanna fuck that girl until she screaming my name

And she tatting FINESSE. on her ass

I want a lot of things, I deserve it all

In my heart I know that's a fact

I got some problems in my head

I tell her I love her and then I never text her back (Yeah)

Thinking too much, stuck in my head

I had to get out

Into my bag, stacking that cash

I need that penthouse

I was all up in that Ricky

So she want it sticky when I'm in her mouth

I fly her state to state, going coast to coast

Cause she love the way I go south

Eat her for breakfast lunch and dinner

Like I'm staying at the Sheraton

She got stripes on her pussy American

But that ass looking like it's Brazilian

In my feelings, yeah

Out of my head, into my bag

Like a big Birkin, yeah

I'm doing me, that's what they love

I think it's working, yeah

Out of my head, into my bag

I know they mad uh

Hop out the Porsche, I do the dash

Wrapped it in matte uh

Bitch imma do what I want cause I know Imma blast off (Blast off)

I'm in my own world, yeah I might just call NASA (NASA)

I don't really wanna call

I just really wanna ball out

They changing colors like the fall

Cause they know I'm going all out

I just popped another tag

I ain't shopping at the mall tho

And I don't really like to brag

But do it better than you all hoe

Like ooh, ooh

Guess they don't really make em' like me at all (Me at all)

I'm too cool

I would rather sit alone than be like yall (Be like yall)

I want a lot of things I won't stop until I get it

I'm keeping my foot on the gas

I wanna fuck that girl until she screaming my name

And she tatting FINESSE. on her ass

I want a lot of things I deserve it all

In my heart I know that's a fact

I got some problems in my head

I tell her I love her and then I never text her back

Out of my head, into my bag

I know they mad uh

Hop out the Porsche, I do the dash

Wrapped it in matte uh

Bitch imma do what I want cause I know Imma blast off

I'm in my own world, yeah I might just call NASA