Feat. Don Trip (Verse) I need a calculator and a tape measure To count it up, my paper long Shoot your a** with this 22 And you won't die untill you make it home I don't give a f** if they don't like me That's my favorite song We beefin', just know my money right I prefer filet mignon See me in a rental car, probably riding filthy Strapped like somebody wanna k** me Somebody gotta feel me A lot of my partners pro'ly plotting Prolly done shot somebody then forgot about it I'm out here grinding, can't lie about it Ps of that master cush, let's just say I'm bout it bout it Chilling with my bougie b**h all she eat is calamari Man if looks could k** Go check her closet, shorty caught a body Broke nig' with the small product Shooting like a bottle rocket East side, I gotta shout it Parachuting, sky diving Parasailing, rock climbing Bungee jumping off the highest mountain That's fly s***, my kind of s*** I might ask your lady is she can drive a stick I'm stunting hard, I buy the mall Take her wid me, I won't buy her s*** (Pre-Hook) If you don't owe a n**** s***, then this yo' song If you are, you ain't playn wid it, you know you are You might feel like me and say f*** 'em And then move on What eva the case, I ain't tryna kid you, just say the line (Hook x2) Shut up, b****, I'm grindin' Shut up, b****, I'm grindin' Looking for me, lets talk money That's the only way you will find me (Verse) In case you needed a reminder We on that grind cuz Wouldn't be surprised if my shoes was scuffed Looka how I climbed up Working out like the fitness club Moving pounds without signing up Went and put cameras every where n***a got tired of f**ing the blinds up Watching the money is where you can find us Your baby momma justify s*ut The only way she having my kid Is she don't swallow for nine months I finally mae my mind good Ain't tryna end up in no line, no Been major since I was a minor Earn money more than vagina I'm tryna tell ya I'm scared to talk on my segment A hundid pounds of that grade A My momma ain't raising no failure I finally got my bells up F*** it, why am I using a scale Straps, I neva get held up They won't find your a** 'til they smell you Two pumps like an inhaler Two months ago I took it ill, brother I'm just now bouncing up from it Tryna dribble up these lil' rap money You n****s ready for gas money Still cashing checks from cash money Grind like I'm down to my last honey Ride 'til I die like a crash dummie When I'm out, make aturn, yo, I'm riding around Got my mind on the thousand right now, b**** When I'm out in the town, ain't no putting me down Cause them niners are part of my outfit Shoe with the signers I c*nt with Few hundid bands on my house, b**** I'm going in like I'm grounded And my yungins fly, I say round trip (Pre-Hook) If you don't owe a n**** s***, then this yo' song If you are, you ain't playn wid it, you know you are You might feel like me and say f*** 'em And then move on What eva the case, I ain't tryna kid you, just say the line (Hook x2) Shut up, b****, I'm grindin' Shut up, b****, I'm grindin' Looking for me, lets talk money That's the only way you will find me