I'm thinking of you I'm thinking of you I'm so confused Tell me what should I do (I got cars to bring) bring (money to take) take (charges to make) make [I just gotta get paid]
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Your freinds say "I think he just wanna hit" I'm from the streets I think I really wanna brick I ain't gotta trick (why?) Cuz that's my nature (nature) If you got you a bad ho I ain't gon' hate cha (I luv ya) I'm bout my paper (paper) I'ma holla later (HOLLA!!!) Cuz when I pull up we in stretch navigators (ooohhh wwweee!!) The women runnin to the bar saying "buy me a drink" (ok) Hoes runnin to my car saying "buy me a mink" (hell naw) That's how it go when you ain't used to the finer thangs (finer thangs) What's next you want me to buy your ass some diamond rings (diamond rings) You want a wedding band (wedding band) I'm still a bacholor (bacholor) So if you got a bad broad i'll snatch heer I'm never tricking my dough (dough) I'm never lickin 'em low (low) I'm quick to let them know (know) That I'm gon' let them go (go) If they ain't got no dough (dough) You gotta have somethin (have somethin) You go to the mall make sure you grab somethin (grab somethin) You gotta shop for me (me) I can't shop for you (you) I'm on my grind everyday I can't stop for you (you) you you you you you you...but you know what..I'm still thinking of you
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[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] Like Yogi bear you my boo I'm so hooked on you All you gotta do is call and I'm comin through Late night creepin' girl you know my style Tree in guts in the front you know my smile We used to go to school together but we didn't used to kick it Now we grew up I finally got them bitches We going on a date it ain't no walking in the park We can go and get a room because I got some weed to spark I'll tell you about me you tell me about you And if you play it right I might start calling you boo Just cook for a nigga, right a hook for a nigga And if I say the law is coming then look for a nigga So don't listen to your friends Cuz they see me in the Benz on 20 inch Lorenz And they wanna get in They just wanna take your man Cuz I got ice on my band But I'm sick of the bullshit I ain't playin'
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[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] Now you got an attitude cuz I'm never at home Now I wonder why you never anwser your phone I put money down now I'm bout to cancel that home Cuz when I'm outta town you just wanna roam You dancin at clubs, dancin' with thugs You need to be out tryin' to find your man some dubs For the big ol' Lexus That I put in your name When you came to me You didn't have no game But I taught you the game I showed you the hustle I showed you the streets I showed you my muscle We been through the struggle The money went double And once you put it in the pot The coke will bubble If you get us in trouble I got your back Whether you right or wrong I'ma leave it at that Your my perfect match I love your hips I like your skin tone, I like your lips Whoo.. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
