Thinking Of You

Paul Wall

[Chorus 2X: Female voice] (Paul Wall) + [Lil' Flip] 
I'm thinking of you 
I'm thinking of you 
I'm so confused 
Tell me what should I do 
(I got cars to bring) bring 
(money to take) take 
(charges to make) make 
[I just gotta get paid] 

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] 
Your freinds say "I think he just wanna hit" 
I'm from the streets I think I really wanna brick 
I ain't gotta trick (why?) 
Cuz that's my nature (nature) 
If you got you a bad ho I ain't gon' hate cha (I luv ya) 
I'm bout my paper (paper) 
I'ma holla later (HOLLA!!!) 
Cuz when I pull up we in stretch navigators (ooohhh wwweee!!) 
The women runnin to the bar saying "buy me a drink" (ok) 
Hoes runnin to my car saying "buy me a mink" (hell naw) 
That's how it go when you ain't used to the finer thangs (finer thangs) 
What's next you want me to buy your ass some diamond rings (diamond rings) 
You want a wedding band (wedding band) 
I'm still a bacholor (bacholor) 
So if you got a bad broad i'll snatch heer 
I'm never tricking my dough (dough) 
I'm never lickin 'em low (low) 
I'm quick to let them know (know) 
That I'm gon' let them go (go) 
If they ain't got no dough (dough) 
You gotta have somethin (have somethin) 
You go to the mall make sure you grab somethin (grab somethin) 
You gotta shop for me (me) 
I can't shop for you (you) 
I'm on my grind everyday I can't stop for you (you) 
you you you you you you...but you know what..I'm still thinking of you 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] 
Like Yogi bear you my boo 
I'm so hooked on you 
All you gotta do is call and I'm comin through 
Late night creepin' girl you know my style 
Tree in guts in the front you know my smile 
We used to go to school together but we didn't used to kick it 
Now we grew up I finally got them bitches 
We going on a date it ain't no walking in the park 
We can go and get a room because I got some weed to spark 
I'll tell you about me you tell me about you 
And if you play it right I might start calling you boo 
Just cook for a nigga, right a hook for a nigga 
And if I say the law is coming then look for a nigga 
So don't listen to your friends 
Cuz they see me in the Benz on 20 inch Lorenz 
And they wanna get in 
They just wanna take your man 
Cuz I got ice on my band 
But I'm sick of the bullshit 
I ain't playin' 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] 
Now you got an attitude cuz I'm never at home 
Now I wonder why you never anwser your phone 
I put money down now I'm bout to cancel that home 
Cuz when I'm outta town you just wanna roam 
You dancin at clubs, dancin' with thugs 
You need to be out tryin' to find your man some dubs 
For the big ol' Lexus 
That I put in your name 
When you came to me 
You didn't have no game 
But I taught you the game 
I showed you the hustle 
I showed you the streets 
I showed you my muscle 
We been through the struggle 
The money went double 
And once you put it in the pot 
The coke will bubble 
If you get us in trouble 
I got your back 
Whether you right or wrong 
I'ma leave it at that 
Your my perfect match 
I love your hips 
I like your skin tone, I like your lips 
Whoo.. 

[Chorus]
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