Money Green - GRIND

Go crazy on them beats rich ro
Goodlooking Ro
Yea
Some nights I can't sleep to much shit be on my mind
Know I'm gambling wit my freedom everytime I go outside
Got the nine on my side
Whenever I'm in the ride
Fell off a couple times
Can't lie
What saved me was the grind
Was that hustle
I knew I was gone bubble
Back when I shot em OT
And then I came back wit double
Ain't no hoes in my huddle
Kill a nigga for you If I tell you that I love you
Cause I really mean it
Rule number 5
That love a get you killed and I then really seen it
I be on some getting money tryna feed the team shit
They know I really get the money I'm tryna get the team rich
Freak bitch teaming she swallow all my semen
Woah
Really on the low she a pro she a demon
Woah
She tripping that's fasho say she want a bag from Neiman's
Woah
Yea you suck a mean dick
But bitch you better beat it
Ay
I put my life on the line I gave it all to the grind nigga
(I put my life on the line I gave it all to the grind)
It's outta sight outta mind I'm only worried bout mine nigga
(It's outta sight outta mind I'm only worried bout mine)
You see the pain in my eyes hope they free all of they guys nigga
(You see the pain in my eyes hope they free all of the guys)
I gave my heart to the squad
I'm only worried bout my niggas
(I'm only worried bout my niggas) Love y'all boys
I put my life on the line I gave it all to the grind nigga
(I put my life on the line I gave it all to the grind)
It's outta sight outta mind I'm only worried bout mine nigga
(It's outta sight outta mind I'm only worried bout mine)
You see the pain in my eyes hope they free all of they guys nigga
(You see the pain in my eyes hope they free all of the guys)
I gave my heart to the squad
I'm only worried bout my niggas
(I gave my heart to the squad I'm only worried bout mine)
Yup
That's a fact
Say you need me to drop it off
Well that's a tax
Glock stay on me like a mf tat
I put the team on my back
My niggas steppas not a frat
And one wrong step we a leave a nigga flat
And that be the end of that
You wake up hit the net
Tryna diss a opp
Me I'm up early wash my ass
Then go hit the block
I'm tryna make a knot
All that traffic at the spot
Gone make it hot
But fuck it we gone make a lot
I gotta get it anyway
I'm tryna make it out
My fam I just don't play about
It's crazy what they do for clout
Guess everybody shooters nah
Riding wit my bitch her titties out like we at hooters nah
Riding wit that stick got 50 shots a knock yo noddles out
Man y'all niggas better stop playing wit me man
Niggas really can't fuck wit me in this Shit man
We going up all year nigga
It's on

Written by:
DONEL GREEN

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