Grind & Stack
Yeah, Alexandros Sarafis
Jay Boasy
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you (yeah)
Had dreams of counting racks, driving around in a German coupe
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (whoo)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (yeah)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot (whoo)
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (yeah)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (whoo)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot
I ain't tryna stay broke, man, I'm tryna be rich
See my ex, fuck that bitch
I just wanna grind and stack, then relax
She could never get behind all that
I don't wanna put no time in the road
Just gimme the money and gimme them hoes
I'm chasing homes, not chasing clothes
'Cause I don't wanna look like you (yeah)
When I wake up, I ain't cooking no food, man, I'm counting fetty (ah)
One eye open, I don't need two, man, I done this plenty (ooh)
All this ambition got me out here looking so fucking sexy (whoo)
But you know what's dope? Without this money, they still respect me (baow)
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (whoo)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (yeah)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot (whoo)
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (yeah)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (whoo)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot
The ting goes "baow" when they lean and shoot (blam)
Seen bro two times in a day, said he's pissed 'cause he had to burn that old tracksuit (what)
They say that life come cheap by the price for a Merc or Beamer coupe (skrrt)
Put a 3 next to four ohs, yeah, broadie's cold, man, he'll make that move
One golden stone, no Duck, duck, goose (yeah)
They hate that the gang live lavish (cold), shit started when we were small
Now we're grown, so we're tryna break these old habits (no way)
Try hold all my niggas in the bin 'cause we grabbed and flipped them L & B packets (all day)
Had non-sequential bills in my lap, now we're tryna move up tax brackets
Tell by the logos on a man's jacket
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (yeah)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot (whoo)
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (yeah)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (whoo)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Had dreams of counting racks, driving around in a German coupe
Ay
German coupe
Ay
Jay Boasy
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you (yeah)
Had dreams of counting racks, driving around in a German coupe
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (whoo)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (yeah)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot (whoo)
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (yeah)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (whoo)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot
I ain't tryna stay broke, man, I'm tryna be rich
See my ex, fuck that bitch
I just wanna grind and stack, then relax
She could never get behind all that
I don't wanna put no time in the road
Just gimme the money and gimme them hoes
I'm chasing homes, not chasing clothes
'Cause I don't wanna look like you (yeah)
When I wake up, I ain't cooking no food, man, I'm counting fetty (ah)
One eye open, I don't need two, man, I done this plenty (ooh)
All this ambition got me out here looking so fucking sexy (whoo)
But you know what's dope? Without this money, they still respect me (baow)
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (whoo)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (yeah)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot (whoo)
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (yeah)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (whoo)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot
The ting goes "baow" when they lean and shoot (blam)
Seen bro two times in a day, said he's pissed 'cause he had to burn that old tracksuit (what)
They say that life come cheap by the price for a Merc or Beamer coupe (skrrt)
Put a 3 next to four ohs, yeah, broadie's cold, man, he'll make that move
One golden stone, no Duck, duck, goose (yeah)
They hate that the gang live lavish (cold), shit started when we were small
Now we're grown, so we're tryna break these old habits (no way)
Try hold all my niggas in the bin 'cause we grabbed and flipped them L & B packets (all day)
Had non-sequential bills in my lap, now we're tryna move up tax brackets
Tell by the logos on a man's jacket
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (yeah)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot (whoo)
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Got dreams of counting racks while you walk around with holes in your shoes (yeah)
Tell them, "Boy, relax, or I'll circle back around with the crew" (whoo)
All you see is black gloves and masks, the ting go "baow" when they lean and shoot
Yeah, I grind and stack, 'cause I never wanna look like you
Had dreams of counting racks, driving around in a German coupe
Ay
German coupe
Ay
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Writer(s): Alexandros Sarafis, Jayson Gary H Guscott
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