"[Chorus: x3]
And we goin' grind, I said we goin' grind, yeah
I said we goin' grind, yeah
I'm grindin' yall
Fuck it we goin' get it on 'em
Pop it and split it homie
Livin' and hustle on 'em, grind till we billions on 'em
More money new lens, more money new Benz
More money two twins, what we toatin' homie
Got it from the bottom, raised to the top with it
Hundred million rock with it, hundred mill drop with it
Got the Benz and the phantom like way back
Hard to fit the cars in my hood, bitch touch that
Model drinkin' out the bottle with it,
On the island with it, money and power with it
Watch the lil' nigga jam on you bitches,
While ill be sittin' on the island nigga fuckin' these bitches
One hundred
[Chorus: x3]
Same clothes, three days, watch me get my grind on
My auntie say I smoke too much, thats why a nigga mind gone
I cant stop hustlin' I get it from my dad,
All I know is bumps, keys, and stacks, and zip-lock bags
Rental cars tinted out, time to hit the interstate
Gotta fetish for Ferrari's and bad bitches I can renovate
See I ain't talkin' penny weight, I'm talkin' big pun
I'm talkin' breakin' ya down till the last union
Poppy know my forte, I get 'em and drop 'em
They want 'em up the rug, we shake 'em down and re rock 'em
I gotta get it its all about a dollar
I do it everyday so I do it blue collar
[Chorus]
See I came across the state line, know I had to get mine
A hundred mill for the ticket, a full out straight grind
You know I had to get back to where I started,
Know I had to get back what I lost, new fleet that I ordered
Got more chips clippin out the other lips,
Bag full of a birds homie, born hood rich
Came from the rockets, straight to the top
Thats how we gettin' it big money wont stop it
[Chorus]
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