ON MY MIND VALENTINE lyrics

[Intro]
You Tripi, baby
Better off dead, n*gga

[Chorus]
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 n*gga 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

[Verse 1]
We could be cool, but my instincts feel you might fold
Got a better chance walkin' in with a blindfold
Young n*gga just too hardheaded, don't do sh*t I'm told
Why the f*ck you so uptight, b*tch? 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 sh*t 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
[Chorus]
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 n*gga 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

[Verse 2]
That's my lil' shawty, that's my doll, I could bang with her
A.P.C gear, cashmere, none of you n*ggas can interfere
b*tches 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 sh*ts, 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 b*tches
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 n*ggas like Ricky
I keep that Glizzy, that Glizzy, that Glizzy
He look lit on the grind but shows only quick
'Cause these n*ggas be cappin', can't even sell tickets
[Chorus]
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 n*gga 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