Lyrics:
Tell them pussy niggas hold up
Nothin' but the best, counting money while I roll up
Screamin' ball hard, go bigger
Yeah, ball hard, go bigger yeah
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
can't go to jail (yeah)
Yeah, it was just me and Durel
Yeah, I had to grind for real
Had to ride the train before I seen a mil' (mil')
Wake up, I put
to
We some real life bosses got 'em looking at you
We grind hard to play harder
We touch the stars that's what they call us
We grind hard to buy
got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]
Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
on the grind got a nine in the weight room
And I never play softball
But I always kept the hard and the soft balls
You doing math on the calculator
I'm
Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money
I mean it's hard, hustling late night
You know (late night)
Some of these suckas out there
the purple people eating the farari madinas
Push the red line, Nigga for that bread I grind
And each and everytime, I catch a nigga slippin' I'm gon' get him
My glock ya f*** buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me?
lavish, in the kitchen whippin' magic (bad, bad)
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Bad bitches, bad habits
We got London on da Track
Yeah
I ain't asked nan' nigga
the grind
Don't give up on yo dreams 'cause you know the sun will shine
The sun will shine
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
My glock ya fuck buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me?
to
We some real life bosses got 'em looking at you
We grind hard to play harder
We touch the stars that's what they call us
We grind hard to buy
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
shit
GOTTI:
Pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them kids wit tips who tops
Down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city
be
Suckin' me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honey dips
Likin' the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip
Shakin' that ass for
Holup Btch Its Goldie! (Goldie)
You Can tell by my rollie! (Rollie)
Cuz Im On My Grind! (Grind)
Tony Hawk No Trophy! (Trophy)
And I Ball Hard! (Hard
DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him,
you can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em'
[Chorus]
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird
twisted
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin'
Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time, my California grind
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin
money
Back in 1980, babe, they work 9 to 5
But in 2021, yo, Im grinding 9 to 9
Yo yo yo yo…
9 to 5 is how I make it to live
But the 5 to 9 shift is how
Yeah niggas, yeah
Uhh, that's what I'm talkin ?bout right here niggas
That's what I'm talkin ?bout right here gotti
This what I needed, nigga
them hard times
This come with the gang life
I really had to work for the shit I want
Had to grind for the shit I need
I done made it out them
to make a mill by twelve today
And I can get it done at my mind state
Don't need you niggas fuckin' up my grind state
Fuck the bullshit nigga get
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