Paul Wall, Freeway, Crys Wall - On The Grind lyrics

I'm on the grind all day
Until the sun go down
Puttin' paper in my pockets
Grindin all year round
I'm on the block with the
Gangstas stayin two toes down
I'm on the grind i'm on the grind all night
Until the sun come up
Countin' cash up in the cut
Tryin' to make me a buck i'm making moves
Stacking paper cuz I'm handlin' all
I'm on my grind

Check me out baby
I got money on my mind, big Frank on my brain
Intoxicated by visions of chains
And diamond rings
One thing here to obtain is
Fortune forget the fame
Been ballin' since back in the
Game been changin' the strings
These lames tend to complain
It's a goddamn shame
You think you flyer than a plane but
You washed up in the drain
Baby pick the picture frame
It's all work no play
My hustle schedule is simply
All night all day
I'm snapping like paparazzi
I'm plotting on Maserati
Been grindin' since lotty dotty
Trying to earn that pay
Collecting that green paper
I'm scheming and pulling
I'm giving these broads the vapers from
The fold to the tray i'm on the grind

Let me tell you a bit about myself
My hustle is Godzilla, my muscle is King Kong
My mind is Einstein, my flow is off the dome
My grind is dope feen
Addicted to counting green
My money is Bill Gates, my ballin is Yao Ming
I'm not impressed with bling
I'm more concerned with ching
Grinding since I was a teen
Money over everything
See I'm all about that paper
Stacks and bank rolls
The Lacs all fo's with drank
Cold and dank roll
Hustle is my hobby inspired by
Jonny Gotti call me
Give me the wallet because
It's time to collect
VS up in the jonny watch shining so clear
The face look like a mirror
Call it time to reflect i'm on the grind