T-Streets, 2 Chainz - On The Grind lyrics
Tauheed Epps
[T-Streets, 2 Chainz - On The Grind lyrics]
Bitch I'm on the grind
I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space
I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man
I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
It's money money money, money money
Gotta get it, gotta spend it
Gotta have it, gotta stack it gotta flip it
The prodict, that's a profit
Gotta stretch it, gotta whip it
Got 4 up in the addic
1 cooking in the kitchen
You niggas out of town, bitch I'm outer space
Young Mula
Bitch I throw a stack up in your face
Big joker statis, and you niggas just a ace
31 charges, and I cancel every case
Strizzle get respect
Especially in the streets
Danny Glover with the weapon
And Al Pacino with the heat
Been killing for too long
Right now it's time to eat
Dreamin bout the chetter
Make dollars in my sleep
Bitch I'm on the grind
I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space
I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man
I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
2 Chainz! OK I'm bout to take off
Riding like a racecar
I'm out of this world, skipped that, spacebar
All this work I got
I could never take a day off
And I ain't talking bench press
But I get that weight off
And you niggas way off
Tell me what you gon do
Microphone check, hit you with that 1 2
Niggas saying they winnin
But we already won too box full of bullit's
And I give you niggas 1 too
Hit you with the poker face
Slide like a stolen
You would think it's my birthday
How I'm blowin cake
Mink on, like I'm dead wrong
Smoking loud, Dr dre headphones
Bitch I'm on the grind
I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space
I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man
I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space
I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man
I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
It's money money money, money money
Gotta get it, gotta spend it
Gotta have it, gotta stack it gotta flip it
The prodict, that's a profit
Gotta stretch it, gotta whip it
Got 4 up in the addic
1 cooking in the kitchen
You niggas out of town, bitch I'm outer space
Young Mula
Bitch I throw a stack up in your face
Big joker statis, and you niggas just a ace
31 charges, and I cancel every case
Strizzle get respect
Especially in the streets
Danny Glover with the weapon
And Al Pacino with the heat
Been killing for too long
Right now it's time to eat
Dreamin bout the chetter
Make dollars in my sleep
Bitch I'm on the grind
I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space
I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man
I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
2 Chainz! OK I'm bout to take off
Riding like a racecar
I'm out of this world, skipped that, spacebar
All this work I got
I could never take a day off
And I ain't talking bench press
But I get that weight off
And you niggas way off
Tell me what you gon do
Microphone check, hit you with that 1 2
Niggas saying they winnin
But we already won too box full of bullit's
And I give you niggas 1 too
Hit you with the poker face
Slide like a stolen
You would think it's my birthday
How I'm blowin cake
Mink on, like I'm dead wrong
Smoking loud, Dr dre headphones
Bitch I'm on the grind
I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space
I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man
I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world