The Grind

Lyrics

She love me, or she love me not,
 I guess that means she bipolar
 So it's farewell, momma stay up,
 I guess it means that it's over
 But maybe in our next life
 Still may be then don't work right
 No love lost, but until then
 Momma all I got is that jet life
 Had a trap house that I kept open
 Like a bitch that I bust open
 That's back then, way back when
 I had a nappy Fro like young kobe
 I hold them drums to...
 It's just me, I'm an one man army
 She text me told me she want me
 Man, this bitch try to ride me
 Damn, gotta watch my mouth
 Them kids listing and wack you over them Benjamins
 I'm a good guy, but I got a bad side
 I'm gangsta and im gentleman
 I rather just be for the hell of it Book smart nigga im intelligent you street smart nigga you killin me
 That shit you spit irrelevant, gone...
 And I don't fuck around, if it ain't about money baby
 That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby
 Tell the girl that's on no grind, get your money, baby
 This for my niggas doing time, behind the money, baby
 And now I don't fuck around if it ain't about money, baby
 That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby
 To the girl that's on the grind, I'm getting your money baby
 This for my niggas doing time, behind that money baby
 Yeah! Here we are in this world of riches
 I only see the money, surrounded by all these bitches
 Niggas looking suspicious like I owe em something
 I do this grind for me and mines I owe you nothing
 Is funny how niggas brains think these days
 A million ways to get paid, you can't get yours,
 Man it's craze!
 I stay up on my grind and my hustle period
 When I say I want it all, you should take me serious
 Niggas delirious thinking they could fuck with the set man were
 Too real to function
 But lames and busters only real G's and my circle the same crews I came up with
 I'm still running, we're getting hundreds
 We're splitting the money, we never don't find the shit
 We're sticking to the script
 No man about the clique!
 And I don't fuck around, if it ain't about money baby
 That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby
 Tell the girl that's on no grind, get your money, baby
 This for my niggas doing time, behind the money, baby
 And now I don't fuck around if it ain't about money, baby
 That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby
 To the girl that's on the grind, I'm getting your money baby
 This for my niggas doing time, behind that money baby

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Song Details

Duration
03:15
Key
7
Tempo
132 BPM

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