On the Grind

I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down
Puttin' paper in my pockets grindin' all year round
I'm on the block with the gangstas stayin' two toes down
I'm on the grind

I'm on the grind all night until the sun come up
Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck
I'm makin' moves, stackin' paper 'cause I'm handlin' ya
I'm on my grind

Check it out, baby

I got money on my mind, big frank on my brain
Intoxicated by visions of chains and diamond rings
One thing here to obtain is fortune, forget the fame
Been ballin' since back in the game

Been changin' the strings, these lames tend to complain
It's a goddamn shame you think you flyer than a plain
But you washed up in the drain, baby paint the picture frame
It's all work no play, my hustle schedule is simply all night all day

I'm snapping like paparazzi, I'm plotting on Maserati
Been grinding since lotty dotty, trying to earn that pay
Collecting that green paper, I'm scheming and pulling capers
I'm giving these brouds the vapors from the fold to the tray
I'm on the grind

I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down
Puttin' paper in my pockets grindin' all year round
I'm on the block with the gangstas stayin' two toes down
I'm on the grind

I'm on the grind all night until the sun come up
Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck
I'm makin' moves, stackin' paper 'cause I'm handlin' ya
I'm on my grind

My hustle is Godzilla, my muscle is King Kong
My mind is Einstein, my flow is off the dome
My grind is dope fiend addicted to counting green
My money is Bill Gates, my ballin' is Yao Ming

I'm not impressed with bling, I'm more concerned with ching
Grindin' since I was a teen, money over everything
See I'm all about that paper stacks and bank rolls
The lack on fo's with drank cold and dank roll

Hustle is my hobby inspired by Jonny Gotti call me
Give me the wallet because it's time to collect
VS up in the Jonny watch shining so clear
The face look like a mirror call it time to reflect
I'm on the grind

I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down
Puttin' paper in my pockets grindin' all year round
I'm on the block with the gangstas stayin' two toes down
I'm on the grind

I'm on the grind all night until the sun come up
Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck
I'm makin' moves, stackin' paper 'cause I'm handlin' ya
I'm on my grind



Credits
Writer(s): Hal David, Burt Bacharach, Leslie Pridgen, Paul Wall, Leroy Williams Jr, Crystal Slayton
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