LYRICS
作词 : Harris, Clifford J. / Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl
作曲 : Harris, Clifford J. / Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl
I gotta grind, won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high price lifestyle super bad b***h
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bidness
Ball till I fall, floss until I finish
I can go, get it, stay about my bidness
I’m living just to kill it, stacking million to the ceiling
Eveyday I ball brown, all I wanna do is ball
Put my money over b*****s, put my hustle over all
Louie down to the drawers, Luis Vuitton kicks
Got a man, how to swagger, b***h I'm stupid dumb sick
With a group of young b*****s and they stupid dumb thick
I'm the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated convict, superficial, still official
Multimillion dollar shit
Money is the object, hot shit
B***h I got a sawnoff on my arm
See bigger with no diamond
Recommend if I should run
They just talk about they got it,
I’m the upper echelon, though
B***h I'm 'bout that action, you could go on with that convo
I have done more than you dream bout
Get your dream b*****s and your dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen by, bro you know me, you know I be
Stacking that dough, that’s all I see
I g.o.g.e.t.i.t.
I gotta grind, won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high price lifestyle super bad b***h
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bidness
Ball till I fall, floss until I finish
I can go, get it, stay about my bidness
I’m living just to kill it, stacking million to the ceiling
I live life, up late night
Get shit fake when I take flight
I get paid, no sick days
My outfit’s so switch blade
Don’t sniff yay, but I blow dro
Bank roll on loco
Still ride with that 44
Don’t let my P-O know
Bad white b***h super thick
I’m Ice T, she Coco
She got another nigga, other niggas
Her ass fat, face so-so, no paper triail
No phone call, no emails, no photos
Just backshot, with that fat butt
And low blow headbutts in slow-mo
Purple label polo and a crew that’s what I do
Man I strive and roll my denim in my new Margiella shoes
Man, we be cool if we just parle
On Margharita M***y and the strongest pack around
We menagin’ for a hobby
Bumpin Shawty in Maui
We kick it how we kick it
Know you envy how I’m living
Just can’t resist the pimpin
Get the million bout my business
Bro you know me, you know I be
Stacking that dough that’s all I see
I g.o.g.e.t.i.t.
I gotta grind, won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high price lifestyle super bad b***h
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bidness
Ball till I fall, floss until I finish
I can go, get it, stay about my bidness
I’m living just to kill it, stacking million to the ceiling