[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!