[Hook] Grind don't stop I be tryna get mine off top Baby gon grind on top Baby, please Baby, gon grind on top of me Baby, please Don't lie, had to let ya know [Verse 1] If ya talk about whipping, I got work fo' years I took fifty racks, bought sum' veneers Smile at 'em hatas, hope ya see me clear Had to let ya know, act up, I let ya go When the fiends start to come Is when my dreams die wit Martin They won't buy ya soup when you're alive But they'll buy ya flowas in that car Started wit Max B. Out in Harlem Had to let ya know, act up I let em go Spend 100 racks behind that velvet road Had to let ya know, act up, I let ya go [Hook] Grind don't stop I be tryna get mine off top Baby gon grind on top Baby, please Baby, gon grind on top of me Baby, please Don't lie, had to let ya know [Verse 2] Well connected, well respected Mighty dolla & that armor kept me well protected All weapons concealed, no evil shall prosper To the mighty 1, riding wit my shotgun I show ya 'em cars, I show ya 'em broads I show ya 'em chains, I show ya 'em scars Started wit a thought, cuz we ain't have a lot Always knew I'd be a star, maybe an astronaut [Hook] Grind don't stop I be tryna get mine off top Baby gon grind on top Baby, please Baby, gon grind on top of me Baby, please Don't lie, had to let ya know