Lyrics:
pour
Niggas like, "Ruck, Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?"
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you hot, the next, "Yo, where's
a broke man
It's the steady grind, a penny or a dime, I'm ready for mine
More money more problems, it's 0 sums
More money will solve them, it's awesome
One
Roll stone soul for picnics
Until then ET phoning home
For visits
I grind hard nigga to shine
Forever
And from my rhyming efforts
Standing only me
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
I grind I grind I grind all day
Making money anyway
I don't give a damn I'm tryna get it yea in everyway
Money on my mind all day
I sweat I work I
Mega you want to be a gangsta? There's real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
wanna be a gangsta? Theres real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
Why you
Tell them pussy niggas hold up
Nothin' but the best, counting money while I roll up
Screamin' ball hard, go bigger
Yeah, ball hard, go bigger yeah
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
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
It’s all about the grind
Be all about yo' nickels and dimes
You gotta grind hard to shine
The harder you grind the brighter you shine
I’m holding
the drug dealers, for the hard hitters
Represent for my brother doin the 10 years in Fort Piller
Represent for the Dirty South
Gettin' that money, what we
the drug dealers, for the hard hitters
Represent for my brother doin the 10 years in Fort Piller
Represent for the Dirty South
Gettin' that money, what we
the drug dealers, for the hard hitters
Represent for my brother doin the 10 years in Fort Piller
Represent for the Dirty South
Gettin' that money, what we
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world
Back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my
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'
we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make n****s run, we squeeze triggers
We leave n****s dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap
Yo
everyday grafting
Money on mind yo I'm always trapping
Like why they just acting
No time for backing
I'm in the stu bringing tracks in
When I'm on the way
heaven
[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff]
What young thugs do for money
What young thugs do for money
[La the Darkman]
Yo, niggaz
got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]
Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
for tha haters and write yo' rhymes
But the industry is set up to fuck you so you better be on the grind
Don't be one of the blind gotta stay alert
brokes not an option
Got love for my fam, ain't no other way around it
Mo money mo problems, mo money mo problems
I been on the scene grinding hard to get
them hard times
This come with the gang life
I really had to work for the shit I want
Had to grind for the shit I need
I done made it out them
shit together, so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it
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