Lyrics:
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I'm so sick of poor life
(I just wanna get money)
M-O-N-E-Y I'm on my grind and
Putting overtime for money
(get, gotta get money)
Rubber band
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
we get it we be out here on the grind
[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, half a days gone by
Ganstafied, givin it just up livin my life
It's hard to survive
Without
Exodus Links ah
I'm the son of a hawker
So i grind hard
I grind hard
I grind hard yh
I know I've seen dirt in this game
All for the money and fame
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture nigga gettin' money, nigga, get back (back)
Roll a blunt
hard, niggaz cussin guard for they scars
To many niggaz in the back of them cars
It like a bird dead trapped in them bars
But it ain't no thang, I
addicted to the vibes
So we drinking by the bottle
I'm addicted to the vibe
Put in overtime
You know the motto
Grind hard till we over shine
Money motivate
DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him,
you can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em'
[Chorus]
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird
Never gone stop this a big race
Cuz life don't wait for nobody
Dreams ain't gone chase nobody
Gotta take big risks Yo Gotti
I be having dreams that I'm
that shit'll fuck yo' head.
I take federal chances I work so hard for the bread.
Wonder if she a-keep it real if I eva' go to the fed
She gon' write
I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
I come with a grind and put it down, picture perfect
Rep for the whole team
Get it in, like a needle in an arm of a dope fiend
And again, dip
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
hard
That block will have you writing checks that you can't cash you know
Yeah
I was on the grind, I was I was on the grind
I was out
wanna grind with me, grind with me
Na na na, na na shawty inda bando (Ah ah ah)
If you knew what we do for the money
She wanna grind with me, grind with
is chilly
Now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' drama you
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
the purple people eating the farari madinas
Push the red line, Nigga for that bread I grind
And each and everytime, I catch a nigga slippin' I'm gon' get him
Changin yo mind
How you thinkin
I'm on the grind
U thinkin back to a dark place
I'm in a different time
Just living day by day
Praying for good ways
Prepare
Child]
Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
Nigga, we go hard
[Gotti]
I'm loud when the shells
that I wasn't fuckin with you actors
Full-time boss you a part time C.E.O. from never never land
Peter Pan you's a middle man yea
Yo Gotti got the money
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
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