ON MY MIND VALENTINE
You Tripi, baby better off dead, nigga
Baby, you on my mind, got me goin' in blind
Real hard to get in contact with
Gotta stay on that grind
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah out of my league, too fine
Got a nigga bein' real kind
Spendin' my money and time
Let's get lost and age like wine
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah
We could be cool
But my instincts feel you might fold
Got a better chance walkin'
In with a blindfold
Young nigga just too hardheaded
Don't do shit I'm told
Why the fuck you so uptight
Bitch? Can't even take a joke
Gon' have to get her
Act right, stroke, stroke, stroke
And the coupe, let's take a stroll
Let's talk about your goals
Baby, just play your part
Baby, just play your role
Sneakin' in a show, and conceal my pole
Run up, get that roll
Ain't no mercy, I don't troll
Got old money, got old bread, yeah
That shit like mold know I'm 'bout my roll
Stars in the roof in the Rolls
That's just how I roll
That's just how I roll
Baby, you on my mind, got me goin' in blind
Real hard to get in contact with
Gotta stay on that grind
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah out of my league, too fine
Got a nigga bein' real kind
Spendin' my money and time
Let's get lost and age like wine
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah
That's my lil' shawty, that's my doll
I could bang with her aPC gear, cashmere
None of you niggas can interfere
Bitches call me weird but in they belly
Know I'm sincere
Chandelier all in my ears, boy
I can't even hear
Saint Nick, baggin' all these hoes
Call me John Deer
Two Becky's, I'm with two Bonnie's
Hop out Brittney Spears
Hella zooted, I be dummy booted
I can't even steer
How I'm seein' double off the shit's
At least my vision clear
I'ma double the money up then I'ma flip it
Ain't pick up the phone so
She think I'm with bitches
Say you gotta live for me
Go 'head and pitch in
Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, cool, I'ma Bic' it
Boys in the hood
Most these niggas like Ricky
I keep that Glizzy, that Glizzy, that Glizzy
He look lit on the grind but shows only quick
'Cause these niggas be cappin'
Can't even sell tickets
Baby, you on my mind, got me goin' in blind
Real hard to get in contact with
Gotta stay on that grind
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah out of my league, too fine
Got a nigga bein' real kind
Spendin' my money and time
Let's get lost and age like wine
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah
Yeah