End of the Month
End of the Month
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Hey hey
Having to push in the clock
From back in the day it was hot
Ain't nobody finna hold me I can't be blocked
Trying to see what it's like at the top
Grind till I pull up the car out the lot for me I don't want it to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
Picking off that bag I ain't have food was sleep in the parking lot
Did it for my dad nights I ain't have air man that attic was hot
So Imma just grind till I pull out the lot for me I don't want to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
For me I don't want it to stop and I will not like crochet
Can't let no hoe distract me abide by what my bro say
And I can't forget it she dipping and I was at my low days
But she ain't do me wrong she left me right like both ways
Like how you tripping what you mean you're not my wife at all
She only want me for my green and not my life at all
Say she want me come through and come kill the pain just like some Tylenol
But I can't fuck with you just keep it clean like Lysol
She say this is my song
These niggas snake these niggas be python
I come through and beat it up when I score just like a fight song
Gotta grind till a nigga get it and I get anemic with all this ice on
Now I'm sketching in my psalms
Be set up for life and get rid of life harms
All in my arms
Having to push in the clock
From back in the day it was hot
Ain't nobody finna hold me I can't be blocked
Trying to see what it's like at the top
Grind till I pull up the car out the lot for me I don't want it to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
Picking off that bag I ain't have food was sleep in the parking lot
Did it for my dad nights I ain't have air man that attic was hot
So Imma just grind till I pull out the lot for me I don't want to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
Ain't no stop only go got all these hoes on my phone
Hit a bitch from Texas say she a star now she won't leave me lone
Back then I couldn't get her number now I pull up to fuck her
She wanted me to cuff her but I don't wanna love her
But you know we
Grind till the end of the month break bread with the team but ain't leaving no crumbs
Dooda I sing to a bitch like Avont lil baby just tell me your needs and your wants
I told her don't worry bout her ex he's a chump
You run up get done up put you in a slump
We hit that stage we wreaking havoc
Keep that flare like Randy Savage
Give your bitch the smack down take her to my ring and beat it up
And yeah it's SoufSide we the champs and now the haters teaming up
Remember days I ain't have no money I just need me some love
And I try to call on you but no I couldn't get in touch yuh
Having to push in the clock
From back in the day it was hot
Ain't nobody finna hold me I can't be blocked
Trying to see what it's like at the top
Grind till I pull up the car out the lot for me I don't want it to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
Picking off that bag I ain't have food was sleep in the parking lot
Did it for my dad nights I ain't have air man that attic was hot
So Imma just grind till I pull out the lot for me I don't want to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Hey hey
Having to push in the clock
From back in the day it was hot
Ain't nobody finna hold me I can't be blocked
Trying to see what it's like at the top
Grind till I pull up the car out the lot for me I don't want it to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
Picking off that bag I ain't have food was sleep in the parking lot
Did it for my dad nights I ain't have air man that attic was hot
So Imma just grind till I pull out the lot for me I don't want to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
For me I don't want it to stop and I will not like crochet
Can't let no hoe distract me abide by what my bro say
And I can't forget it she dipping and I was at my low days
But she ain't do me wrong she left me right like both ways
Like how you tripping what you mean you're not my wife at all
She only want me for my green and not my life at all
Say she want me come through and come kill the pain just like some Tylenol
But I can't fuck with you just keep it clean like Lysol
She say this is my song
These niggas snake these niggas be python
I come through and beat it up when I score just like a fight song
Gotta grind till a nigga get it and I get anemic with all this ice on
Now I'm sketching in my psalms
Be set up for life and get rid of life harms
All in my arms
Having to push in the clock
From back in the day it was hot
Ain't nobody finna hold me I can't be blocked
Trying to see what it's like at the top
Grind till I pull up the car out the lot for me I don't want it to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
Picking off that bag I ain't have food was sleep in the parking lot
Did it for my dad nights I ain't have air man that attic was hot
So Imma just grind till I pull out the lot for me I don't want to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
Ain't no stop only go got all these hoes on my phone
Hit a bitch from Texas say she a star now she won't leave me lone
Back then I couldn't get her number now I pull up to fuck her
She wanted me to cuff her but I don't wanna love her
But you know we
Grind till the end of the month break bread with the team but ain't leaving no crumbs
Dooda I sing to a bitch like Avont lil baby just tell me your needs and your wants
I told her don't worry bout her ex he's a chump
You run up get done up put you in a slump
We hit that stage we wreaking havoc
Keep that flare like Randy Savage
Give your bitch the smack down take her to my ring and beat it up
And yeah it's SoufSide we the champs and now the haters teaming up
Remember days I ain't have no money I just need me some love
And I try to call on you but no I couldn't get in touch yuh
Having to push in the clock
From back in the day it was hot
Ain't nobody finna hold me I can't be blocked
Trying to see what it's like at the top
Grind till I pull up the car out the lot for me I don't want it to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
Picking off that bag I ain't have food was sleep in the parking lot
Did it for my dad nights I ain't have air man that attic was hot
So Imma just grind till I pull out the lot for me I don't want to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
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Writer(s): Quavius Hayes
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