Lyrics:
stuffed (damn!)
I ain't got no money for bail, that's real as fuck (for real)
Tryin to get a meal ticket and kick it
Chill, catch a plane to Spain
to
We some real life bosses got 'em looking at you
We grind hard to play harder
We touch the stars that's what they call us
We grind hard to buy
Armani Im bumping Yo Gotti
I'm awesome my time is bossing check the Proxy
I need my money coming steady pacing repetition
No time for reminiscing got my
This here for the money homeboy
Money money money train nigga
It's like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve
And then we back
yeah
For the money
Cuz I need more money I don't have much money
Yo soy el primero qué coje dinero también el primero yo soy como
Enero
Yo siempre soy
Maserati Rick, yeah
I was born with that money on my mind, I get straight to the grind
Pull up with them blue hundreds, and I still got money on my mind
BTG
to
We some real life bosses got 'em looking at you
We grind hard to play harder
We touch the stars that's what they call us
We grind hard to buy
(damn!)
I ain't got no money for bail, that's real as fuck (f'real)
Trying to get a meal ticket and kick it
Chill, catch a plane to Spain or maybe Brazil
Race To The Truck ,
Ain't No Roof Cus’ We Raising Shit Up ,
Lets Make A Toast ,
Remember Those Hard Nights Had To Grind Cus’ We Broke .
Now We Toast
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
all about
Grind
My momma taught me at young age
You just gotta just grind for yourself
Cause niggaz aint sharing the wealth
Soooooooo
i can do bad
gon' get it by any means
How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Making it hard for us to eat, and breathe, and live
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
on the Internet
And we see a motherfucking iTunes ad
Like, Yo Gotti January tenth
I mean shit kinda threw me for a loop
'Cause I didn't know nothing about it
as everything seems
Keep hustling
We gon' get it by any means
How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Making it hard for us
and then me and meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail
get that money. (grind!)
Go on,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Gimme that money,
I need that paper, Gimme that cash
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
on that tag on yo' toe
Now 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
money, it ain't about nothin'
It's all about money
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my bitches gettin'
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
Let yo mom down
I can't stand around
I gotta get the money
Stack it like a mound
I grind I grind
I go wit that flow
Put it all on the line
I'm
How can you say that you’re certified and got no bodies?
Rappers getting locked up for RICO cases like John Gotti
Cause they carry that chopsticks
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