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On The Grind Lyrics - Singles - Jt Money

East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast 

East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast 

 

I want the jackpot 

The gats, the yachts, the fat knots 

The big house 

And fly bitches I can dig out 

 

I need a room for every day of the week 

But right now it's kinda hard tryin' to stay on my feet 

I gotsta hide it 

 

Dolla bill dreams of a poor hustla 

And I get's money wit no busta 

That's why I don't fuck wit a lot of niggaz 

'Cuz hoe niggaz foul out 'bout gold diggerz 

 

See I'm a nigga tryin' to get by, get high 

And get that money right so I can get fly 

I want the finer [Incomprehensible] skins the leathers 

Wake up every mornin' wit 2 bitchez in bed 

 

Im high foreva, lazer beams guard my door 

Champagne bottles on the floor from the night before 

Da money man be's the illest 

I mean foreallist, killa gets hot man like phillis 

 

Hey you J you know we gotta put it down, baby 

Know what I'm sayin' 

We gotta put it down for the 9-9 know what I'm sayin' 

You gonna put it down 

 

Keepin' my mind over matter 

People walkin' 'round talkin' that chit chatter 

Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here 

 

It's about all who you know 

Pound for pound, toe to toe, blow for blow 

Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here 

 

E'verthangs addictive sex, drugs and gamblin' 

Fat chunks, fly cars, bitchez and gun handlin' 

Niggaz goin' out for the goods don't believe me 

I'm tryin' to move on up like Georgia Wheezy 

 

But shit aint easy 

E'verythangs a hustle 

Cracka's out to rush you 

Niggaz out to touch you 

 

Camoflauge down but never camoflaugin' 

Out on the grind tryin' to bump Fed charges 

Information be leakin', bullets heat seakin' 

93 hour peepin', nowadays I be creepin 

 

It's a god damn shame how dis game make a nigga 

Always see in Benzo's, Lexo's, Lac's and figga's 

And fly ass bitchez out for the witchin' 

But ain't no thang here bitch you cant get dis 

But when you get dis, there's plenty more to earn 

When you got fast loot in your pocket dat shit burn 

 

Ay yo BI 

You know what I'm sayin' 

You got dem niggaz and dem hoes out there 

Tryin' to come up off of you 

You know what im sayin' 

 

Keepin' my mind over matter 

People walkin' 'round talkin' that chit chatter 

Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here 

 

It's about all who you know 

Pound for pound, toe to toe, blow for blow 

Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here 

 

Yo boy you been puttin' it down for 10 years now 

Know what I'm sayin' 

It's yo time to shine now 

So all y'all wannabe's need to step back, baby 

 

There ya go, you got the keys to the Benz 

Keys to the house, know what I'm sayin' 

Got 3 million in the trunk 

And you know I got you some of the poudy 

For you to smoke on the way where ever you wanna go 

And put it down any state, round the world, nationwide, baby 

 

I came up so now a nigga sittin' on butt 

Nowadays when you see me I'm in nothin' but plush 

Luxary auto, get loose my motto 

I sip and swallow bubbles right from the bottle 

 

Cript joint the follow, they get me nice 

Girlies lose they site from starrin' at the ice 

Got grip like a vice, pockets stay fat 

All my niggaz in da PIP holdin' gats 

 

My mob is thick e'vrybody sittin' on cheese 

Wit fly ass bitchez wit tricks up they sleeve 

Da boys burnin' trees and fonto leaves 

Bitchez wanna skeeze for honey bees and G's 

 

But naw fuck them hoes, a nigga cant stand 'em 

Flow get low when them hoes leave you stranded 

Naw fuck dat shit bitch get out on the ground 

I ain't tryin' to spend shit I'ma hold on to mine, what? 

 

It's my mind over matter 

People walkin' 'round talkin' that chit chatter 

Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here 

 

It's about all who you know 

Pound for pound, toe to toe, blow for blow 

Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here 

 

It's my mind over matter 

People walkin' 'round talkin' that chit chatter 

Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here 

 

It's about all who you know 

Pound for pound, toe to toe, blow for blow 

Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here 

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