Lovin You (On My Mind)

Loving you is cool

But getting money is the only thing that's on my mind

I don't know what to do but hustle

I'd be living on the street if I'm not on my grind

I'm doing the best I can

I need you to understand to be on my side

It's a hell of sacrifice, I'm chasing this cash for life

It's a long, long ride

It's a long ride, a lot of lonely nights

Might be a lot of fuck ups 'fore I finally get it right

Shit I hope I'm worth it, 'cause you shit you ain't perfect

All them Gucci and Louis purses, I hope you deserved it

Stay down, only weak bitches lay down

We can't afford to just walk away from this pain now

I'm shipping shit through greyhound

Taking all kind of chances to be locked up

But you rocked up, pimpin' in many mansions

All life, gotta get it if it's good

**** who get lazy end up back in the hood

If I lost it all, I'd probably lose you

So if it's the paper on the table, I can't choose you

Loving you is cool

But getting money's the only thing that's on my mind

I don't know what to do but hustle

I'd be living on the street if I'm not on my grind

I'm doing the best I can

I need you to understand to be on my side

It's a hell of a sacrifice, I'm chasing this cash for life

It's a long, long ride

If my pockets on flat, I can't enjoy you, baby

Doing anything without money to me is just annoying, baby

I know you love looking at satellite TV

Them other ****'s shit off, you would have to look at a DVD

Bitch, I ain't trying to hold your hand and take a walk in the park

I'd rather get my hustle on so we don't have to talk in the dark

And fuck the repo, I ain't giving up my bender like that

I'll be goddamned if I let the recession pin me like that

And if I go to jail there's bail money

There's a red bottom and Chanel money

Plus the mortgage, fuck motel money

It smell good but I'd rather smell money

I-10 is a football field

And I swear I'm a running back

So sit the fuck and down wait for me to come back with that money, babe

Loving you is cool

But getting money's the only thing that's on my mind

I don't know what to do but hustle

I'd be living on the street if I'm not on my grind

I'm doing the best I can

I need you to understand to be on my side

It's a hell of a sacrifice

I'm chasing this cash for life, it's a long, long ride

I don't wanna be just news, baby, I wanna be that hot topic

Eat lobster every day of my life, what the hell is a hot pocket?

Catch your case, it's all good

I hide your kid, shape up, now they got to drop it

Come home, keep fucking you until you say, Z-Ro, you got to stop it

When I'm done I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, right back on my grind

Like YZ I got racks on racks on racks right back on my mind

You living lavish, you love that shit

'Cause you broke before you rode that dick

So I hope you learned how to love that brick

'Cause without that, bitch, we wouldn't be shit

Shit, without these licks you wouldn't be no red bottoms

Bragging to your friend 'bout you got 'em

Different pair every time they spot 'em

Taking trips, first class flights

It's getting hard but I love my life

I'ma make sure my money right

Grind all day and I grind all night

Like drive around in foreigns and vacate when it's boring

Touring the town like I'm tourist

Sipping on drink 'til you see me snoring

I sleep good, since I'm out the hood

But I eat good in the streets

So I'ma go get this paper

I'll be back next week, bye