feat. Z-Ro, Lil' Flex, Buddah Man) [Hook:] I've got to stack my paper daily, (on my grind) Keeping ways this crooked game can pay me, (on my mind) On
So good things come to those who wait, sure I've waited about pop, pop, pop, pop that's four cousins shot I got grudges, let's discuss it my mucis needs
a Guinness Damn it's a scam but I handle my business Tryin to be the man if the Lord be my witness Do my {?} with the walk sign for my physical fitness
my filthy mouth out you think thats bad you should hear the rest of my album Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia Man Cash, I don't mean to
't home Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown Especially on nights I brought something' home to quiet the stomach rumbling' My demeanor, 30 years my senior My
so I stay on the grind Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, this ain't
Niga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck, when you see me ride by… (Verse 1) Summertime white porche carrera is milky Im on the grind let my paper
they up in corrections? They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics But they can't
t a friend of mine, (huh) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on
up close and lay a nigga's kin) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a thug, this my way I show, my love for you (nigga for you, I get
money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay wit' my nine I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth
Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look nigga i done came up and i ain't
they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle The women on my
later Won't be around to give you that time Gotta get on the grind and get to that paper That I can do Gotta keep my baby girl laced in the latest
yeah, he did that" That's on my buds I always paid all my fronts And hell nah I don't fuck with no scary punks Cause loose lips ain't chips in the barrio
eyes on you and your crew (that's right) My man's don't dance, but can feel ya'll bump and grind (bump and grind) It won't hurt if you gon' try one time
! WHEN YOU MAKE MY PEE PEE HARD! GIRL YOU MAKE MY PEE PEE HARD! Turn around girlfriend now drop it. Let me see you pop and lock it. Put your hands down in my
it on the floor Cali put it on the floor ("Love Don't Cost A Thing") Miami put it on the floor Miami put it on the floor Atlanta put it on the floor
