Lyrics:
hands in the air
Shot callers - let me hear ya say yeah
Boss daughters - let down your hair
Full throttle - now we outta of here
Big ballers - put ya
Bread
If I Don't Get I'm Gunna Bust You
In Your Head (x's 2)
I've Been Hustlin On The Grind
Slow Motion On The Krete
Posted On The Corner
In My Kicks
paper
All is see is paper
Yea
Yall know what time it is
Dollaz nigga holla
All my real niggas get on ya grind
Stay on your grind
Uk
Scrooge
Young sarge
morning to the sun goes down
We gettin money moving work by the pound
If you a hustler hold your L's up high
And grab some money and throw it in the sky
You
like a drive by
Ain't no time that bread is ours
We steady kneading that dough
When we're done it's eight figures
When you're booking me for your show
We
up my whole life main thing keep me on my grind
Main thing keep me up at night
Love the game always on my mind
I'm tryna go up ain't tryna' go by
I'm
it's the land of trouble
Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers
B.I.G. comes first, then the Queen comes after
Now put your lighters up
Bed-Stuy,
just what a woman need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
(That's what I'm looking for)
look them right in they eyes
You gon get yours nigga and Ima get mine
I got a big ass ego
With a whole lot of pride
But when it comes to this fetty
That
Yeah
Ha
Aye
Aye
Niggas say they real but they cap
Hard to tell who really got your back
And fuck these hoes like TicTacToe bitch I'm x-ing em out
Talk and they chat but they leave when let go
I wake and I grind, couple G's when I get home
Grind from nice early
Big bands by the time I'm touching
On the rhyme since eighty-nine
It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now! It ain't a nigga who
till I bleed, leave my shit behind
Yeah, this is my grind
Mamba mentality gave me what me defines
Big up yuh
Big up yuh, big up yuh
Mi use you to my
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
ideas mind will melt
Until a nigga on (oh oh oh)
I'ma go and grind myself I'm a do it by myself (yayeee)
I lights up a big sack and sit back with a six
Got some real big goals I gotta grind for I can't just talk I gotta go get it
I was dreamin' wishin' I was whipin' round that hellcat
I was feelin'
Yeah yeah
One time
For the first time
Two times
For my last
You and I in the Neon Sky
300 Horses when I breeze by
Tell em move over that’s Nov
In
doesn't feel warm
So I sleep past dawn no peep or yawn
Getting lit by the river
Big buds and liquor
Hella trouble for my liver
In the struggle with my
I'm on my 007 shit I keep it with me
I've been on the grind i ain't talking 50-50
Got my foot up on the pedal bitch I'm speedin quickly
The second
played me
The chief and the first lady
Big boss shit, without flossin
On the come up like I'm Dawsin
Luh' savage on my dog shit
Excuse me, beg your pardon
been worked with less and still i feel the need to grind
I been feelin blessed cause i been speakin to the sky
Wonder what be next cause i can't seem
Yeah, Big Tex
What up
Money on the line
So we always on the grind
We just stack stack stack stack
Stack it to the top
Every city every town
You know
get that name go show dem folks you lit
I'm gone grind for two go make your move like what you trying to do
It's twenty four you ain't got time for me
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