Intro:
Yeah, Ha
Yo its the D-O Double R (Yes Sir)
Dorrough Music (Yeah Buddy)
PrimeTime Clique, b**h
Chorus:
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow.
Verse 1:
Say, I heard there's a fire, fire, somebody yell fire
So damn fly that n***as put me on they flyers
Prior, and no i'm no liar
I'm grinding like i'm riding on four flat tires
Book me for a show, I'll work, for hire
Book me for a show, big faces I require
Cause boy I'm fire, sizzlin, cracklin
Plus I grind like two hoes wrestlin'
Quick to spit verses like reverends
Grind like [?]
25/8 f** 24/7
When do I sleep, really ain't no tellin'
I'm the 411 like April, 11th
Yeah I'm from the south
Where n***as get street money
Im from the south
Where n***as get deep money
Im from the south
We get money, keep money,
Long money, speak money, take you out to eat money
Chorus:X2
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow.
Verse 2:
Boy I grind like a skater, I grind for the paper,
Ride around in 20-29 navigators,
Lil mama fine but I aint time to just date her,
She mad cuz Im a dog, and I dont even know her maker,
Taking risks like a knife spinning [?],
Where n***az who step pour papers,
And all i know is hustlers, ballers, and haters,
And most of you n***az played out like [?],
Got me yellin faker, faker, my n***a youz a faker,
[????]
Watch, you better hope yo b**h dont break ya,
Heres a tip do not go where the money dont take ya,
Jelousy, I aint trippen because I get money and got money,
And I aint trippen because I stacked up and stocked money,
And some people called the country boy a crop money,
Big money, shop money, buy it off the lot money
Chorus:X2
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow.
Verse 3:
If you get cold, I get hotter,
Where ever I go yo b**h gunna follow,
Yeah boy yo b**h my pinta,
Beat that p**y just like pintas,
As I get hot, you get colder,
I stack paper like 5 star folders,
Put cho b**h legs over my shoulder,
Beat that p**y just like I suppose to,
Lou, ash a poo, make it pop like mountain dew,
Stand tall like mountain dew,
Make a million then count a few,
(Boy I grind, like boy I, boy I)
And really on that bull sh**,
But i got through to the hound of you,
Dope n***az get dope money, show n***az get show money,
Pimp n***az get hoe money, grown n***az get no money,
One man can get a lot of money,
But more n***az get more money,
I cry without a 95,
I f** around and get cho money,
Chorus:X2
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow.