I Grind I Grind - Kevin Gates, Kevin Gates feat. D.G

Young Chris what’s happening naggers

SE?

you already know how we rocking nigga

I grind I grind I grind all day

This paper what I’m trying to chase

All I want is money

I can see the shit from miles away

I’m in my lane get out my way

Grinding each and every day

I gotta run a check up

Imma keep on grinding till I’m straight

I grind I grind I grind all day

This paper what I’m trying to chase

All I want is money

I can see the shit from miles away

I’m in my lane get out my way

Grinding each and every day

I gotta run a check up

Imma keep on grinding till I’m straight

Imma grind out till I feel I’m straight

Cause I don’t know no other way

Stacking up my dinner plate

Fuck niggas get out my way

Swagger turned up to the max

Pockets filled up with the rack

And I keep the scrap

For all you lame niggas who trying to check

Money all I wanna see

In and out these fucking streets

Money out the rats ass

But I call it Chucky Cheese

I seen the shit from miles away

Balling like the NBA

I just twist the game up

And threw it in the ashtray

I just kicked a field goal

Chris, we bout that cash flow

Getting money is all I know

And that’s just how the game go

Hustle hard just for that cake

Feel like Chris Rock I’m here to stay

Yea — feel like Chris Rock I’m here to stay

I grind I grind I grind all day

This paper what I’m trying to chase

All I want is money

I can see the shit from miles away

I’m in my lane get out my way

Grinding each and every day

I gotta run a check up

Imma keep on grinding till I’m straight

Grinding hard — couldn’t get to sleep

Not counting sheep — but I’m having dreams

Powder whippin running out of chicken

With a lot of whips while I’m counting figures

This the game no counterfeitin'

In the paint don’t count for slipping

Pounds a midget if you down to get it

We could meet in?

while I pound a pigeon

Bell on a scale — dropped bread over there

People at the hotel — swing round to get it

Make sure the suite came equip with kitchens

Bout yo business we could test the issues

Pay my lil' sister Kayla — she’ll catch the dishes

When the flipping I’m over

Back to the crib with a fridge full of soda

Wrist in the clench I could win me some over

Fucking up the room smell the stench from the odor

Making another two hundred bands then it’s over

Chick around the corner

Fin to bend over

Poke her slow and stroke her

Last?

with game I’m in her brain

And me nuh roped her

Knuckles to the pavement

Grind for paper — you so loco

I grind I grind I grind all day

This paper what I’m trying to chase

All I want is money

I can see the shit from miles away

I’m in my lane get out my way

Grinding each and every day

I gotta run a check up

Imma keep on grinding till I’m straight