on the grind

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 two 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 handelin ya

i'm on my grind. check it out baby. i got money on my mind

big 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 plain but you washed up in the drain

baby paint the picture frame its all work no play

my hustle sceduele is simpley all night all day

i'm snapping like popperazzi i'm plotting on 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 brouds the vapers from the fold to the tray. i'm on the grind

my hustle is godzilla

my muscle is king kong

my mind is einstine

my flow is off the dome

my grind is dope feen addicted to counting green

my money is bill gates my ballin is yow ming

i'm not inpressed with bling i'm more conserned 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 cold and dank roll. hustle is my hobby inspired by jonny gotti call me

give me the 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