I'm Grind - Raider Klan, Yung Simmie, Nell

I’ma grind, I’mma grind

I ain’t tryna go broke

I’ma spend that shit and flip that shit

And get it right back

Man I’m hungry as fuck, I’m thinking 'bout bucks

Man I’m like Lebron James coming down for the dunk

How you feel, keep it real, better get it off your chest

I just slipped on my nights, yeah I’m coming for the check

Nothing less than a vet, I ain’t tryna' go broke

Amber London got the wheel while I roll up dope

Cause a nigga gotta smoke

Pedal to the metal lets go

This is for my niggas living tax free

Spit the crack, 4 5th in the back seat

Streets get cold so a bitch gotta pack heat

Got the .44 aimed at your ass cheek, act sweet

All black like a nun

Bitch got the gun, got to run

Hot like the sun when I come

Bitch I’m so throwed of that lean

All gold on, gone off that green

But I’m 'bout green cause a bitch gotta get it

You niggas lames but my flows be a acidic

Holla if you wit, mane fuck that forget it

You can smell the kush before a bitch even lit it

Gotta get on and put on for my city

So I can get paid and put my momma in a Bentley

Niggas gon' hate, yeah these fuck niggas envy

Yeah I got a pussy, I ain’t got none in me

Niggas don’t trust when a bitch be acting friendly

That’s why, I’m all about my stacks

Posted in the back, I be smoking on that sack

Niggas know it’s hard to find, a bitch that’s on her grind

Tryna' get that money and my, I’m still gon' tote that nine

Bitch I’mma grind

Thinking 'bout a lick, I got that money on my mind

Bum rush yo' shit, cause I gotta get mine

Hitters incline

Running with gorilla through dungeons and whip vines

That’s coming to rip spines

Living by the code

If money is motive then let me get it and go

We paper chasing the road

Dough Dough lets go on the indo

My niggas ride it like ten fold

Game remain the same

But the faces change

Lincolns turn to Hamilton’s

I know them by name

Mind my frame, soul plane, get paid

Get laid, get blazed

Money is the motivation, so I motivate

Calculate currency from Miami to overseas

Bank respect me like Frank

Paper stick to me, like paint

Your bitch on my dick, you can’t tell me she ain’t

I’ma get a meal today, you can’t tell me I can’t

I just pray when I pull up in that Benz, you gon' faint

A trick’ll get hit with this K

Cause if it’s beef I swear I only know one way

Every dog has it’s day