ON MY MIND VALENTINE

[Intro]
You Tripi, baby
Better off dead, nigga

[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 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

[Verse 1]
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

[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 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

[Verse 2]
That's my lil' shawty, that's my doll, I could bang with her
A.P.C 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 shits, 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

[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 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