I Grind I Grind Songtext

von kevin gates

I grind, I grind, I grind all day.
This paper what i'm trynna chase.
All i want is money, i can see this shit from miles away.
I'm in my lane, get out my way.
Grindin' each and every day.
I gotta run a check up on me.
Keep on grindin' til i'm scrapped.

I'mma grind out til' i feel i'm scrapped.
Cuz ion know no other way.
Packin' up my dinner plate.
Fuck niggas get out my way.
Swagger turnt up to the met.
Pockets filled up with more (??).
& i keep that strap for all you lame niggas who trynna check.
Money all i wanna see.
In and out these fuckin' streets.
Money out the right side, but i call it chucky cheese.
I see this shit from miles away.
Ballin' like the MBA.
I done twist the game up, and threw it in the ash tray.
I just kicked a field goal, (??) bout that cash flow.
Gettin' money is all i know, and that's just how the game go.
Hustle hard just for that cape, feel like Chris Rock I'm here to stay. Lil' keeeel.
Feel like Chris Rock i'm here to stay.

I grind, I grind, I grind all day.
This paper what i'm trynna chase.
All i want is money, i can see this shit from miles away.
I'm in my lane, get out my way.
Grindin' each and every day.
I gotta run a check up on me.
Keep on grindin' til i'm scrapped.

Grindin' hard couldn't get to sleep.
Not countin' sheep but i'm havin' dreams.
Powder whippin' runnin' outta chickens, with a lotta whips, well i'm countin' figures.
This the game no counter fittin'.
In the paint, don't count for slippin'
Hows a midget, if you down to get it.
We could meet and grind, while i pound her pigeon.
Fell on the scale dropped bread over there.
People at the hotel, swing round to get it.
Make sure the sweet camera records and gets it.
Boutcha business, we can test the issue.
Pay my lil' (??) she'll catch the dishes.
We ain't a flippin' i'm open.
Back to the crib with a fridge full of soda.
Wrist in the clitch, i can win me some over.
Fuckin' up the rules, now theres a stench from the oder.
Make another 200 bands and it's over.
Shits feelin' cold, finna bend over.
Poke her slow and stroke it.
Laso with the game, im in her brain, and bent her over.
Knuckles to the pavement, grind for paper.
You's a loneerr.

I grind, I grind, I grind all day.
This paper what i'm trynna chase.
All i want is money, i can see this shit from miles away.
I'm in my lane, get out my way.
Grindin' each and every day.
I gotta run a check up on me.
Keep on grindin' til i'm scrapped.