B's on the track
I got a work, work, work, oh, work, work
I got a work, work, work, oh, work, work
I got a work, work, work, oh, work, work
I'm slow, I got a
5 o'clock in the mornin'
What a damn dude
Somewhere keep this money
I'm never hard to find
I'm always on the grind
I'm that young m***a that was sellin' all them dimes
I be gettin' pinchin' me
Money is my best friend
I stay private
I gotta pay my bills, that's what's really real
Can't keep waitin' on you, that's just how it is
My lil' boy want every joint, man
Ain't got a, my lil' girl need braces
I gotta sell this, I gotta sell some more
Hell, I'm startin' sellin' purses
I heard that everybody coppin' that with they money
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I put in work, I'm out here on the grind
I'm in these streets, I'm gettin' overtime
I'm colorblind, all I see is dollar signs
No need to write a dime, I'm out here on the grind
I'm down, cause I read between the lines
I ain't sellin' records, but I'm still out here flexin'
Might catch me in Florida, might catch me in Texas
Way out in Cali, or even Atlanta
Everywhere I go, I don't want the Alabama
Birmingham to be exact, put my city on the map
Hard salt pills, loud pack, we can get you that
Airport highway, that's where I be
Say you're on the paper trail, you better get behind me
Work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
I gotta work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
Work, work, work, grind, grind, grind
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Keep reacher' dat track
Keep reacher' dat track
Now my blinds, I know them folks cutting My hustle gain strong for all this weight that I be hunting
White like Mr. Drunk, green like some cutting They say I f*** my customers the way they keep on cutting
Peel gain junk, beans and the ball Tabs on dick, the and them old cars
I be getting it in, I be getting them gone This year alone I'm hunting racks off my phone
These rappers they some clones, they be Gigi equis They gon' win the office, I'm doing all that ass
I gotta work, work, grind, grind