Kiddo - Grind 2 Shine lyrics

[Clay] Gotta get this money I grind, Gotta get this paper I grind, Gotta get this money Alright [HBK] I had to listen to Clay, he told me grind to shine Summertime of '09, '09 was mine Now it's '010, nothin' but Rosé, kush rollin' Scat got me tatted, so I show skin b**hes on my dick like Trojans, they wanna hold hands Instead, I leave they heart broken, my money ain't foldin' I ball like Mo Williams, winter time, go Timbs Mink with the hood when it's snowin' Yo baby mama said on the songs I be goin' So, she keep her legs open, and let me go in Cause when you shine they head or tails like tokens When I'm done with you baby, I'm goin' to f** yo friend Some n***as say they f**in' with us, they must be jokin' We go in, runnin' through this white like we plowing Here's some advice, don't leave a n***a when he broke then Cause when he come up, yo a** gon' wanna run up Grind to shine n***a [Hook-Clay] I grind 2 shine, got big money all on my mind So if you cross me, you die Cause I been hustling all my life X2 [4-1 Payroll] Everything that I got I had to hustle for Ice came from pumpin' blow, get money, f** a ho Grind hard stack loot, Off-setts, black Coupes Black .40 Cals, Black Louie belt, black boots Went from a cute piece of Kush to a couple pounds Had to stay focused, had to put them Rose bottles down No clubs for me, naw I'm busy in the streets Sellin Kush and Raw here, movin Oxy's OT Everyday I'm making sells, pounds comin' through the mail Bout to cop a V-12, thanks to my clientele Foreign clothes, foreign kicks, Foreign blunt, Foreign whips I guess it's safe to say, Payroll on some Foreign sh** Use to cop hard Oz, hoping for a Brick 19 years old, I was paying Mortgage b**h I was told ain't no money like Blow money Now a n***a blow money, everything I own paid cash, hard, dough money [Hook] [Doughboy Dre] You gotta crawl before you walk, walk before you run Running red lights, smoking weed like Tommy Bunz f**in' up my lungs, pocket full of Honey Buns I ain't stoppin til' I get a ton, and that's real talk I do this sh** for my real n***as, real trap stars Dope runners and them brick flippers And my n***as, locked behind bars, just know that I'mma ball for yall 24s on the car, 26s on my truck, Hollow tips for the body, get that a** f**ed up I ain't got time to play, b**h I'm on a paper chase Speed ballin, my whole team ballin' like Spalding Got kids to feed, got bills to pay, I ain't got time to play This sh** real out here, I'm from motor city b**h, you get k**ed out here I ain't stoppin til' I get a couple Mil' out here [Hook] [Brightmo Roc] If you don't work, you don't eat Remember nights I couldn't sleep Trappin' all day, same clothes for a week You gotta grind til' you shine Ball til' you fall I seen work I put in work, I don' did it all I grind for these stacks, cross the line you gettin' wacked Playin' with my cheese, yo head gon' end up in yo lap I'm addicted to these Hollows, I'm always poppin' bottles I lead you the right way, I'm who you should follow Yall be slackin' all winter, same Retails And I ain't gon' stop until' I touch a couple L's I keep the pistol, I'm tryin' to double I gotta bubble, everyday I gotta hustle More money more problems, n***as always tell us You can't get a job when you a Muff**in felony Make a toast to success, and what that bring It's never back to being broke, now I'mma let Clay sing [Hook]