On My Grind ft. G.T. Lyrics

I'm on my grind, I'm talkin' everyday I do it my way, don't care what she gon' say

She want some dick, you know that she gon' pay It's a Monday, treat that bitch just like Friday

Dead faces in a briefcase, stack them bitches up each day I'm always late, but the money not, so I don't give a fuck About a big face

Adidas on, got the red lace, sneakers older than a decade When I opened my mouth, all I said was game, so you Know the kid he just got paid

Dope whips in the driveway, dope smoke on the highway I'm out in Vegas like Frank Sinatra, so you know I did This shit my way

Makin' money the fly way, make it flip like five ways Gettin' the whip get sideways, everydays a fuckin' Fly Day

I'm on my job, I don't clock in, treat a Monday just like a Friday When I link with Rob we gon' drop the top and let The beat knock and get fried, mane

Dime piece in the kitchen got her cookin hashbrowns and straight fried eggs I'm a rhyme beast, when I'm spittin', I Probably rap my ass off about five days

I got contracts all in my face, I heard them record labels wanna sign me But I'm signed to me, you need a lot of Cheese if you wanna get beside me

No dotted line, I never fall behind, I put my G's up, I've been on my grind I need it right now, I never wait for mine, you better pipe down and just wait in line

Dog, I usually fuck with the bricks, now I'm out fuckin' with Bo's I just touched down, I'm with Chris, my man just Called, he need a load

He grabbin' whatever I get, I just sold five, got another five sold And I ain't even called, let nobody know its on

Too many racks, they can't fit in my pocket, I'm rockin' Amiri My shoes is Gabbana, I'm drinkin' on lean, got it Straight from the doctor

I just pop me a seal, drink it straight out the bottle My AP a skeleton, Rollie a plane one White or the rose, I switch Up the flavors

I pull up Porsche 911 the Cayman, I walk past your bitch, she forgot who she came with

I ain't gotta brag bout none of this shit, we run this shit, boy puttin' up numbers

Dog, I ain't took a loss in the last four summers, Red insides, YG 400

I ain't gotta brag bout none of this shit, we run this shit, boy puttin' up numbers

Dog, I ain't took a loss in the last four summers, Red insides, YG 400

I'm on my grind, I'm talkin' every day I do it my way, don't care what she gon' say

She want some dick, you know that she gon' pay It's a Monday, treat that bitch just like Friday

I'm on my grind, I'm talkin' every day I do it my way, don't care what she gon' say

She want some dick, you know that she gon' pay It's a Monday, treat that bitch just like Friday