ON MY MIND VALENTINE

You Tripi, baby
 You Tripi, baby
 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
 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
 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