Loving U

[Hook: Z-Ro] 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 [Verse 1: Slim Thug] It’s a long ride, a lot of lonely nights Might be a lot of fuck-ups, for I finally get it right Shit, I hope I’m worth it, cause shit, you ain’t perfect All them Gucci and Louis purses, I hope you deserve this 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 that kind of chance Could be locked up, but you rocked up living in many mansions Hog 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 choose you [Hook] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Uh, 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 niggas shit off, you’ll 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 give up my Bentley like that I’ll be god damned if I let the recession pin 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 motel money You 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 down and wait for me to come back with that money bag [Hook] [Verse 3: Z-Ro and Slim Thug] 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 YC 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!