GL Productions - Loving U lyrics

[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 f**-ups, for I finally get it right sh**, I hope I'm worth it, cause sh**, you ain't perfect All them Gucci and Louis purses, I hope you deserve this Stay down, only weak b**hes lay down We can't afford to just walk away from this pay now I'm shipping sh** 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 n***as 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 n***as sh** off, you'll have to look at a DVD b**h 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 f** 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, f** 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 f** 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 f**ing 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 sh** Cause you was broke before, you rode that dick So I hope you learned how to love that brick Cause without that b**h we wouldn't be sh** sh**, without these licks, you wouldn't be sh**, no red bottoms Bragging to your friend about how you got them Different pair every time they spot them Taking trips, first cla** 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!