Wiz Khalifa – On Your Mind Lyrics

On Your Mind

Wiz Khalifa

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"On Your Mind." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 01:32 pm

Album: Girls Love Horses

Track No: 01

Samantha will be
What? What?
Peace to New York where they smoke weed in the streets
Lady when everyone see her, but a freak in the sheets
Balenciaga buyer, Ferrari driver
Who knew when I was young, these horses what these girls admire?
In front of the club burning on tires
Looking for **** who wearing wires
Was customers, now we suppliers
Private plane, private island
New chain, now I'm styling
Order at Delilah's, king crab salad
R&B chick say she used to ballads
Girl, ask around, I'm valid
Hop in this Rolls-Royce, that ass I'm grabbing
I'm used to first-night stabbing, no thoughts of long-term marriage
No horse, no carriage, we billionaire status
I had to move out to Malibu and get up out the Valley
I gotta smoke weed, I like to chill, sometimes it gets too rowdy
Say this the best she ever smoked, she coming back to Cali
Come to my crib and hit the bong and said she was outie
You don't ever get this high 'til you get around me
This the best she ever smoked, she coming back to Cali
When she get back home to her crib, she dream and ask about me
I spend it all on a bag, don't really have to count it
What country? Can't pronounce it, that money make a mountain
Got what it takes and more to make and still be back tomorrow
I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now
I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now
I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now
I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now
Break it down, roll it up
High as fuck, join the club
Make a new album tough
I'ma put on that stuff
Make a young **** green out
Hydrate and water it up
Bought some new Chrome, it's a must
Bought a new drip for my son
Daughter be chilling
Constantly filling my cup
Using them billions
Taylor Gang, no one like us
Inhale, exhale
The weed I sell
Like kush, I smell
Get locked, post bail
I keep some good weed on me
I need a chick that's down to fly with them B's like Barbie
Taylor Gang, we the army
Asked if I'm sober, hardly
Never go broke, I promise
These ain't just clothes, they garments
Come to Chrome, I got my own department
Got a bigger room for my son, it's like his own apartment
No cap, being honest
Kush, chat, weed the bombest
No store, just the closet
New strain, check deposit
I had to move out to Malibu and get up out the Valley
I gotta smoke weed, I like to chill, sometimes it gets too rowdy
Say this the best she ever smoked, she coming back to Cali
Come to my crib and hit the bong and said she was outie
You don't ever get this high 'til you get around me
This the best she ever smoked, she coming back to Cali
When she get back home to her crib, she dream and ask about me
I spend it all on a bag, don't really have to count it
What country? Can't pronounce it, that money make a mountain
Got what it takes and more to make and still be back tomorrow
I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now
I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now
I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now
I'm on your mind, on your mind, on your mind now

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz.

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