Lyrics:
Chris, we bout that cash flow
Getting money is all I know
And that’s just how the game go
Hustle hard just for that cake
Feel like Chris Rock I’m here
bills think im finna drown
Money in my bank account, i really like the way that sound
Grind just like a skater, an i hustle like my daddy did
Showed me
hustle hard, It's a paper chase
All day, I'm on my grind
What can I say, money on my mind
I'm taking over yo city driving up in a McLaren
Hand stitch all
H's
Grind more than Haitians or Jamaicans
Ain't about money then ain't got patience
Don't bring money then don't have relations
Some like
Get the money don't let the money get you
Get the money don't let the money get you
You gotta grind
You gotta fucking grind
Get the money don't let
Yeah I struggle I hustle
I grind so hard through the pain
I love it nah I hate it
Cause this money just making me change
This money just making me
this money
All I do is grind, play shows and chill with honeys
All I do is shine, tour the world, ain't it funny?
I'm one of a kind (Sinatra)
All I
around frontin like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
to the Dec
Holla at me my nigga I gotta good connect
Outbid for the complex, polishin' the Lex
Redbone bagets, French robes is fresh
Love money and sex,
flat
Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped
[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my b**** is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
stay down, grind out, hunnid rounds, lotta sounds, switch routes, pray now, pray now
Now they see you the man in yo town
Gotta work for it, work for it,
to make a mill by twelve today
And I can get it done at my mind state
Don't need you niggas fuckin' up my grind state
Fuck the bullshit nigga get
And she a college girl sophomore I hit her in the dorm
On the hard floor she got her shit together so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she
you mean)
And all my niggas locked for some work, best believe he goin silent
He don't know nobody, can't trust nobody but yo self
So believe me when
never I'm supposed to be
I chose to be on some Dark shit
Rip apart shit an' start shit, until whenever I depart, bitch
The hard shit will leave yo' ass
of mine
There's no reason why, it's all in the program man
Can't begin to understand, I do this for the fam man
Yo the working man's a tough guy, listen
thought it was stick shift
I'm repping hard but you know that I'm worldwide
Know she a hoe by the look in ya girl eyes
Can't fuck wit niggas I know that
the jewelry
Then run around frontin like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat
for the bill, some kill for the bill (yeah)
Where my money at?
She whined for the bill, grind for the bill (whoa)
Where my money at?
Some steal for
for the bill, some kill for the bill (yeah)
Where my money at?
She whined for the bill, grind for the bill (whoa)
Where my money at?
Some steal for
hit the top
One day yo shit gone pop
One day yo shit gone pop
Keep going, keep going, don't stop
Grind hard 'til you hit the top
One day yo shit gone
on the streets til I'm 60 years old
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
Do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
It's
Get that money
Word
I got a lot on my mind but my grind is so relentless
I'm a star and I shine and my time makes up for difference
I know about
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