J Neat, Burna Bandz - On My Grind lyrics

I got diamonds on my neck, on my neck

On my grind I can't sleep
We gon' win for my team
All these pointers on my neck, bitch
I ball like the league we get TT, we get TT
Do the gang she such a freak
With all these diamonds on my neck
Got her wetter than the sea
I got niggas doing years
They ain't doing weeks
So all this cake that I been getting
Man, I ain't gotta serve no fiends, yeah
All my opps be plotting but they
Moving like the neat and
All this pain you feel me
Pop them pеrcs up on my demons

Fuck spinning, keep on spinning, uh
Just like Wheel of Fortune
I been gеtting money so
These bitches get annoying
I can't call you, I can't text you
Baby girl I'm getting Bordens
Dior with Givenchy YSL I look foreign

Bad lil' bitch she foreign
When it rain it storming
Got niggas waiting on release
Dates just like Jordans
Tote the Taurus, touring
Killers with me I'm out performing
Can't save the bitch like storage
Gotta watch out for informants
Diamonds they hitting she can't ignore it
We got money and power it ain't no shortage
These niggas they wait, they taking up space
I with Baby K he got baby dra'
We getting paid at the end of the day
Cartier frames and yeah I see the shade
I was sitting in days that was by the way

We give him a headshot
Get that nigga out the way and
I feel like a coach 'cause
Everyday I'm making plays, yeah
I been on my grind
I'm getting paid like every season
Yeah she say she love me
Could you tell me what's the meaning?
I feel like I'm Meek 'cause I
Been chasing all my dreams
And I remember days when I
Was sleeping with the fiends
I can't trust a soul I keep a 30 in my neen
I came for the bag
Fuck up the show and then I leave
I just keep running up these
Racks and then repeat
My shooter he gon' shoot, uh
I don't need to speak i been on my grind
Tell the feds free my team
Fuck the opps let's cross the street
We still cooking up the beef
I feel like I'm Rico
Walk up on 'em then I swish 'em
I feel like I'm, everyday I'm in the trenches
John Wick on your block he
Have you running jumping fences
Free little cronem locked down
Up in detention

On my grind I can't sleep
We gon' win for my team
All these pointers on my neck, bitch
I ball like the league we get TT, we get TT
Do the gang she such a freak
With all these diamonds on my neck
Got her wetter than the sea
I got niggas doing years
They ain't doing weeks
So all this cake that I been getting
Man, I ain't gotta serve no fiends, yeah
All my opps be plotting but they
Moving like the neat and
All this pain you feel me
Pop them percs up on my demons