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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 ten 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 making moves stacking paper cuz I'm living it up, I'm on my grind.
Check it out baby.
I got money on my mind, ben 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 its a goddamn shame you think you flyer than a plane but you washed up in the drain, baby paint the picture frame its all work no play, my hustle schedule is simply all night all day, I'm snapping like popperazzi I'm plotting in 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 broads the vapours from the fold to the tray.
I'm on the grind
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My hustle is godzilla, my muscle is king kong, my mind is Eisenstein, my flow is off the dome, my grind is dope fiend addicted to counting green, my money is bill gates my ballin is yow ming, I'm not impressed with bling I'm more concerned with ching, grinding 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 poured and dank rolled. Hustle is my hobby inspired by jonny gotti call me, Gambino wallet because its 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