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(Time... Double... Solo...)

I been doin' this a long time
I been workin' overs on the double
I deserve more liquor in my solo
My cup runneth over, Oh no you in trouble
Homie I play to win, first half I take the win
You mad we made it, You just can't take that
That shit so crazy, from Hitman's basement
Q that Y.A.T.E. shit, that Good Co caveman
Like good cocaine man, your heart be racin'
But you okay, yeah
Look at me (Oh my God!)
Baby please, if you don't smoke
Just take a drink, I'll roll the weed
Come close to me, come close with me
I'm what you need, come fuck with me
Just do your thing, don't fall in love with me
Wallet, count it
Then I, let it fly
Hunnits, fifties, twenties
Ones and fives

I been puttin' muscle to the grind
Take the work and push it to the side
I been busy with some business on my line
Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply
I been puttin' muscle to the grind
Take the work and push it to the side
I been busy with some business on my line
Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply

Hear me speak my truth
I don't see no use in lookin' back
My city cosignin' niggas thats whack
Still sippin' Ack?
I see the trends and don't follow that
Say what I feel, no problem with that
My shawty badder than yours, that's a fact
Curving these hoes cause where was you at?
You was ignoring my texts and my calls
Now you can't get off my balls
I keep it G'er than most, I just be laughin' cause rappers is soft
Follow then unfollow, yea they all trynna copy the sauce
Only difference is ya'll is some workers and I am a boss
Aim to be well off, learned from every loss
Took it to the sky
These wings ain't comin' off
SNN a god, make it thunderstorm
Might be Polo Sport, might be Saint Laurent
Got it on my own, you should mind your own
Please don't hit my phone unless you spending bones though
I go where you won't go
I don't hit my old hoes
My gang throw that 2 sweet!
Your bitch fat and bougie! Hah!

I been puttin' muscle to the grind
Take the work and push it to the side
I been busy with some business on my line
Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply
I been puttin' muscle to the grind
Take the work and push it to the side
I been busy with some business on my line
Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply

I said all I had to say, she said that I had to stay
I had to evacuate and I don't exaggerate
When I say I had to pray, I swear that ass is satan
I had to grab her waist, niggas from 'round the way
Would try to get in our way
Used to bring knives to play, but I had to graduate
So I ride for my motherfuckin' niggas!
You better stay out the aim
G shit how we doin' all the business
You better stay out my lane
You don't wanna drama today, threaten the squad and get dropped today
Fuck with the mob, okay? I drop the bill, they drop the case
Like oh my fucking God, the level that I'm on
When I hit the store I get anything I want
When I hit the club I get any chick I want
And I know the best is yet to come, That's why I
Count up all this money throwin'
Liquor pourin', girls is goin'
Crazy... if that's you then
This your song... (tell em)

I been puttin' muscle to the grind
Take the work and push it to the side
I been busy with some business on my line
Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply
I been puttin' muscle to the grind
Take the work and push it to the side
I been busy with some business on my line
Unless you talkin' money homie, no reply

(To the grind yea!)
(To the side yea!)
(All my life, yea...)
(To the side yea!)