Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Get Up and Grind lyrics

[Intro] Know what I'm sayin'? One thing you, like, long as you got legs, I'ma run to this money, man I got hands, but they ain't for no handout I get up and grind for mine (Danny, I see you) [Pre-Chorus] Gotta get up and grind, ain't doing no whining I done came out the dirt, now I shine like a diamond They hating ain't working, you know they start lying Can't tell her nothing, she know that she fine VVs on me dancing like they was Prime Time She know when I fu*k her, I'm tryna cover it like a wonton She eat it at twelve, it's lunch time Big old baguettes and you just a lil' crouton [Chorus] Get up and grind, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, get up and grind I done been lockеd up, gotta run all these racks up, can't be wasting no timе Yeah, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, get up and grind She tell me it's mine, I know that she lying, my dripping divine, this sh*t, you can't find [Verse] I just want bankrolls (Yeah) Damn, that ass swole (God damn) She freaky, she just like me, so I get what I want and she don't tell me no (I get what I want) I need a napkin, shawty be wet (She wet) AMG Benz, it feel like a jet (Like a jet) Young ni**a ball like they calling for rent (Baller) I went too crazy, I fu*ked her on the set (Go crazy) Walked into Nieman's, I'm blowing a check (Blow that) Louis V, Chrome Heart, Cartier specs (Louis V) Hoodrich, it's a money set (Hoodrich) Damn, girl, I ain't know you had ass like that Down, set, hut, she throw it like a quarterback Shop on the internet, you know I ordered that (I ordered that) I need less hate and more sex (More sex) Gotta get up and grind, get a check (Get up and grind) You ain't grinding, what the fu*k is you doing? Ain't about money, what you talking 'bout? (What you say?) Run up the money as long as I got legs, I don't work, but I'm working it out (I'm working it out) Light skin, flip her inside out (Inside out) Pull up in the Benz, jump out (The Benz) I don't need friends, I'm just chasing the money, ni**a, I ain't chasing no clout [Pre-Chorus] Gotta get up and grind, ain't doing no whining I done came out the dirt, now I shine like a diamond They hating ain't working, you know they start lying Can't tell her nothing, she know that she fine VVs on me dancing like they was Prime Time She know when I fu*k her, I'm tryna cover it like a wonton She eat it at twelve, it's lunch time Big old baguettes and you just a lil' crouton [Chorus] Get up and grind, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, get up and grind I done been locked up, gotta run all these racks up, can't be wasting no time Yeah, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, get up and grind She tell me it's mine, I know that she lying, my dripping divine, this sh*t, you can't find [Outro] I got them racks in the Goyard No matter what, go hard Get up and grind ni**a don't wanna see me shine Yeah, yeah, they don't wanna see me shine