Gotcha bitch Staring at me like a full course meal
Dress n designer you would think that I got a deal
Imma hustle 365 u know the deal
Calling for dat work aint no fronts aint no deals
Don't care bout ya habit bih I got kids I got bills
Run up n I'll show u I aint just toting for the thrills
First thing first stack it up then multiply to mills
In the booth I speak the truth some shit u can feel
I was down u wouldn't around so nigga f*ck how u feel
Rn I'm in the field drug dealing to pay my bills
Pistol n my reach dancing w/devil fr
Wont ever catch me lacking dat how my cousin was killed
Xtendo out da Glock full of hollows gone close the deal
U know what follows won't make it 2 c 2morrow
Short ride in a hurst, to a long nap in the dirt
I'll make sure they remember put u on a t shirts
But I aint tripping power moves got me winning
Duce I'm steady sipping
56 grams in cut up I move it in one day
(Im out here grinding trying to get it up)
(Niggaz gone hate I could give two f*cks)
(In the kitchen like Emerald my wrist f*cks shit up)
(Don't get sleep much but my pockets bulging)
(Cuz I get it up)
(Worried bout the wrong thing is y u broke as f*ck)
(Focused on them bitches y yo hustle f*cked up)
They say the turtle won the race
Bih I'm running like a rabbit
Chasing money not my liquor
That's my only damn habit
Wake up thinking about check
Bitch you know I gotta have it
When it comes to getting money
You know I get savage
U can catch n the blood bullet
Swangin counting cabbage
Niggaz think I lost mind
Cuz all is do grind
Then they wonder how I come up out n mud n still shine
I just stay up on my grind keep on praying and smoke my pine
Smoking on that dank
Think I need a drank
Told da bitch I want som head
I hope the pussy ain't stank
Trap pin round the city
Stacking money like a bank
Bitch wut u thank
I can make a million dollars
Wit a stove n sank
You a broke as boi
U niggaz hating cause you can't
StonerMan JB - I'm Gon' Grind Lyrics
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Gotcha bitch Staring at me like a full course meal
Dress n designer you would think that I got a deal
Imma hustle 365 u know the deal
Calling for dat work aint no fronts aint no deals
Don't care bout ya habit bih I got kids I got bills
Run up n I'll show u I aint just toting for the thrills
First thing first stack it up then multiply to mills
In the booth I speak the truth some shit u can feel
I was down u wouldn't around so nigga f*ck how u feel
Rn I'm in the field drug dealing to pay my bills
Pistol n my reach dancing w/devil fr
Wont ever catch me lacking dat how my cousin was killed
Xtendo out da Glock full of hollows gone close the deal
U know what follows won't make it 2 c 2morrow
Short ride in a hurst, to a long nap in the dirt
I'll make sure they remember put u on a t shirts
But I aint tripping power moves got me winning
Duce I'm steady sipping
56 grams in cut up I move it in one day
(Im out here grinding trying to get it up)
(Niggaz gone hate I could give two f*cks)
(In the kitchen like Emerald my wrist f*cks shit up)
(Don't get sleep much but my pockets bulging)
(Cuz I get it up)
(Worried bout the wrong thing is y u broke as f*ck)
(Focused on them bitches y yo hustle f*cked up)
They say the turtle won the race
Bih I'm running like a rabbit
Chasing money not my liquor
That's my only damn habit
Wake up thinking about check
Bitch you know I gotta have it
When it comes to getting money
You know I get savage
U can catch n the blood bullet
Swangin counting cabbage
Niggaz think I lost mind
Cuz all is do grind
Then they wonder how I come up out n mud n still shine
I just stay up on my grind keep on praying and smoke my pine
Smoking on that dank
Think I need a drank
Told da bitch I want som head
I hope the pussy ain't stank
Trap pin round the city
Stacking money like a bank
Bitch wut u thank
I can make a million dollars
Wit a stove n sank
You a broke as boi
U niggaz hating cause you can't
Dress n designer you would think that I got a deal
Imma hustle 365 u know the deal
Calling for dat work aint no fronts aint no deals
Don't care bout ya habit bih I got kids I got bills
Run up n I'll show u I aint just toting for the thrills
First thing first stack it up then multiply to mills
In the booth I speak the truth some shit u can feel
I was down u wouldn't around so nigga f*ck how u feel
Rn I'm in the field drug dealing to pay my bills
Pistol n my reach dancing w/devil fr
Wont ever catch me lacking dat how my cousin was killed
Xtendo out da Glock full of hollows gone close the deal
U know what follows won't make it 2 c 2morrow
Short ride in a hurst, to a long nap in the dirt
I'll make sure they remember put u on a t shirts
But I aint tripping power moves got me winning
Duce I'm steady sipping
56 grams in cut up I move it in one day
(Im out here grinding trying to get it up)
(Niggaz gone hate I could give two f*cks)
(In the kitchen like Emerald my wrist f*cks shit up)
(Don't get sleep much but my pockets bulging)
(Cuz I get it up)
(Worried bout the wrong thing is y u broke as f*ck)
(Focused on them bitches y yo hustle f*cked up)
They say the turtle won the race
Bih I'm running like a rabbit
Chasing money not my liquor
That's my only damn habit
Wake up thinking about check
Bitch you know I gotta have it
When it comes to getting money
You know I get savage
U can catch n the blood bullet
Swangin counting cabbage
Niggaz think I lost mind
Cuz all is do grind
Then they wonder how I come up out n mud n still shine
I just stay up on my grind keep on praying and smoke my pine
Smoking on that dank
Think I need a drank
Told da bitch I want som head
I hope the pussy ain't stank
Trap pin round the city
Stacking money like a bank
Bitch wut u thank
I can make a million dollars
Wit a stove n sank
You a broke as boi
U niggaz hating cause you can't
Writer: Justin Bryant
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