David Balfour - Luv of My Life lyrics

[Hook: DJ Quik] I'm Looking for the love of my life Lil drank, lil stank, that's the love of my life Not looking for a hussy trying to be my wife Say I'm looking for the cash, that's the love of my life I'm looking for the love, the love of my life Lil drank, lil stank that's the love of my life Not looking for a broad trying to be my wife Say I'm looking for a whip, that's the love of my life [Verse 1: DJ Quik] Now with a driver I can drink like I'm off the bottle Martini gla** filling, that's off the top Don't like the talk shop, I'd rather shop and talk I treat the tags like I treat them clubs, pop em off A lot of players got the game distorted If you have to ask how much it cost you can't afford it Plain and simple cut and dry, right to the chase Cause sometimes you gotta put them ig-ums in they place Everybody can't make it to the pros Some rise to the top, others down low Some ride in the drops, others just drove That's the way the water flows, if it ain't froze Look at the brain on the man quick as the dame Get the game from my mind to the pin through my hand And to the streets from the speakers to the mike That's why I'm so materialistic I'm tryna buy the love right [Hook] [Verse 2: DJ Quik] Panamera Porsche, Maserati copy painting Diamonds from Chris Aire, too awesome ain't it Middle finger in the air for the disses And Tiffany j**elry for the misses Orange bottle champagne teal green blue Clicko and Dom Perignon, weed too Turn the music up so loud it bleed through The bang out that's exactly what he do He get his style from the city of Compton f** the doorbell, he get to knocking on something Whip out on these haters get the blocking on something Take my girl home and get to locking on something or something Yeah, that's my ghetto mentality I made it reality and it made me a salary So I know just why you haters are mad at me My life is a strategy, while your life is a tragedy So I'm looking [Hook] [Verse 3: Gift Reynolds] I'm looking for the new love of my life Benz CL63 all tan and with the insides Color of beach sand, it's such a beautiful sight Just like Amber Rose The way she sits at the light hit a pose I let her pause for the cause, camera shows 50k watch just so they go Jury go bananas so they go apes I'm making love to the money like a s** tape I travel onward, on to the next state Making that big cake but no wedding date I'm so hood rich, and love to cash out And tear malls down, yeah, spas out And throw it in the bags and bring bags out Full throttle whips, yeah smash out Newest space for my house got another house I gotta make money [Hook]