Grind 2 Shine

Gotta get this money

I grind, Gotta get this paper

I grind, Gotta get this money

Alright

I had to listen to Clay, he told me grind to shine

Summertime of '09, '09 was mine

Now it's '010, nothin' but Rosé, kush rollin'

Scat got me tatted, so I show skin

Bitches on my dick like Trojans, they wanna hold hands

Instead, I leave they heart broken, my money ain't foldin'

I ball like Mo Williams, winter time, go Timbs

Mink with the hood when it's snowin'

Yo baby mama said on the songs I be goin'

So, she keep her legs open, and let me go in

Cause when you shine they head or tails like tokens

When I'm done with you baby, I'm goin' to fuck yo friend

Some niggas say they fuckin' with us, they must be jokin'

We go in, runnin' through this white like we plowing

Here's some advice, don't leave a nigga when he broke then

Cause when he come up, yo ass gon' wanna run up

Grind to shine nigga

I grind 2 shine, got big money all on my mind

So if you cross me, you die

Cause I been hustling all my life

Everything that I got I had to hustle for

Ice came from pumpin' blow, get money, fuck a ho

Grind hard stack loot, Off-setts, black Coupes

Black .40 Cals, Black Louie belt, black boots

Went from a cute piece of Kush to a couple pounds

Had to stay focused, had to put them Rose bottles down

No clubs for me, naw I'm busy in the streets

Sellin Kush and Raw here, movin Oxy's OT

Everyday I'm making sells, pounds comin' through the mail

Bout to cop a V-12, thanks to my clientele

Foreign clothes, foreign kicks, Foreign blunt, Foreign whips

I guess it's safe to say, Payroll on some Foreign shit

Use to cop hard Oz, hoping for a Brick

19 years old, I was paying Mortgage bitch

I was told ain't no money like Blow money

Now a nigga blow money, everything I own paid cash, hard, dough money

You gotta crawl before you walk, walk before you run

Running red lights, smoking weed like Tommy Bunz

Fuckin' up my lungs, pocket full of Honey Buns

I ain't stoppin til' I get a ton, and that's real talk

I do this shit for my real niggas, real trap stars

Dope runners and them brick flippers

And my niggas, locked behind bars, just know that I'mma ball for yall

24s on the car, 26s on my truck, Hollow tips for the body, get that ass fucked up

I ain't got time to play, bitch I'm on a paper chase

Speed ballin, my whole team ballin' like Spalding

Got kids to feed, got bills to pay, I ain't got time to play

This shit real out here, I'm from motor city bitch, you get killed out here

I ain't stoppin til' I get a couple Mil' out here

If you don't work, you don't eat

Remember nights I couldn't sleep

Trappin' all day, same clothes for a week

You gotta grind til' you shine Ball til' you fall

I seen work I put in work, I don' did it all

I grind for these stacks, cross the line you gettin' wacked

Playin' with my cheese, yo head gon' end up in yo lap

I'm addicted to these Hollows, I'm always poppin' bottles

I lead you the right way, I'm who you should follow

Yall be slackin' all winter, same Retails

And I ain't gon' stop until' I touch a couple L's

I keep the pistol, I'm tryin' to double

I gotta bubble, everyday I gotta hustle

More money more problems, niggas always tell us

You can't get a job when you a Muffuckin felony

Make a toast to success, and what that bring

It's never back to being broke, now I'mma let Clay sing