Letra de Lovin' You (On My Mind)

Lovin' 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've been 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 fuckers, for I finally get it right

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

All them Gucci and Louis purses, I hope you deserve it!

Stay down, only weak bitches lay down

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

I'm shipping shit through Greyhound taking all kind of chance

To be locked up, but you rocked up living in many mansions

All life gotta get it if it's good

Niggas who get lazy end up back in the hood

If I lost it all, I probably lose you

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

Lovin' 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've been 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

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

Doing anything without running to me, it's just annoying, baby

I know you love looking at that satellite TV

Them other niggas shit off, you'll have to look at them DVDs

If you ain't trying to hold your hand and take a walk in the park

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

And fuck a repo, I ain't give up my Bentley like that

I'll be god damned if I let the recession pimp me like that

If I go to jail it's bail money

It's your red bottom, it's Channel money

Plus the mortgage, fuck more deal money

You smell good, but I'd rather smell money

I-10 it's a football field, and I swear Imma runnin' back

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

Lovin' 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've been 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

Uh, I don't wanna be just news, baby

I wanna be the 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, right back on my grind

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

You're living lavish, you love that shit

Cause you was 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 shit, no red bottoms

Bragging to your friend about how you got them

Different pair every time they spot them

Taking trips, first class flights

It's getting hard, but I love my life

I'mma 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 a tourist, sipping on drink 'til you see me snoring

I sleep good, since I'm out the hood

I eat good in these streets (streets)

So I'm gonna get this paper, I'll be back next week, Bye!