Grind

[Chorus: x3] And we goin' grind, I said we goin' grind, yeah I said we goin' grind, yeah I'm grindin' yall Fuck it we goin' get it on 'em Pop it and split it homie Livin' and hustle on 'em, grind till we billions on 'em More money new lens, more money new Benz More money two twins, what we toatin' homie Got it from the bottom, raised to the top with it Hundred million rock with it, hundred mill drop with it Got the Benz and the phantom like way back Hard to fit the cars in my hood, bitch touch that Model drinkin' out the bottle with it, On the island with it, money and power with it Watch the lil' nigga jam on you bitches, While ill be sittin' on the island nigga fuckin' these bitches One hundred [Chorus: x3] Same clothes, three days, watch me get my grind on My auntie say I smoke too much, thats why a nigga mind gone I cant stop hustlin' I get it from my dad, All I know is bumps, keys, and stacks, and zip-lock bags Rental cars tinted out, time to hit the interstate Gotta fetish for Ferrari's and bad bitches I can renovate See I ain't talkin' penny weight, I'm talkin' big pun I'm talkin' breakin' ya down till the last union Poppy know my forte, I get 'em and drop 'em They want 'em up the rug, we shake 'em down and re rock 'em I gotta get it its all about a dollar I do it everyday so I do it blue collar [Chorus] See I came across the state line, know I had to get mine A hundred mill for the ticket, a full out straight grind You know I had to get back to where I started, Know I had to get back what I lost, new fleet that I ordered Got more chips clippin out the other lips, Bag full of a birds homie, born hood rich Came from the rockets, straight to the top Thats how we gettin' it big money wont stop it [Chorus] --- Grind - Birdman, Lil Wayne and Brisco