Trademark Da Skydiver - The Grind lyrics

She love me, or she love me not I guess that means she bipolar So it's farewell, momma stay up I guess it means that it's over But maybe in our next life Still may be then don't work right No love lost, but until then Momma all I got is that jet life Had a trap house that I kept open Like a b**h that I bust open That's back then, way back when I had a nappy Fro like young kobe I hold them drums to... It's just me, I'm an one man army She text me told me she want me Man, this b**h try to ride me Damn, gotta watch my mouth Them kids listing and wack you over them Benjamins I'm a good guy, but I got a bad side I'm gangsta and im gentleman I rather just be for the hell of it Book smart n***a im intelligent you street smart n***a you k**in me That sh** you spit irrelevant, gone... Chorus: And I don't f** around, if it ain't about money baby That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby Tell the girl that's on no grind, get your money, baby This for my n***as doing time, behind the money, baby And now I don't f** around if it ain't about money, baby That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby To the girl that's on the grind, I'm getting your money baby This for my n***as doing time, behind that money baby Yeah! Here we are in this world of riches I only see the money, surrounded by all these b**hes n***as looking suspicious like I owe em something I do this grind for me and mines I owe you nothing Is funny how n***as brains think these days A million ways to get paid, you can't get yours Man it's craze! I stay up on my grind and my hustle period When I say I want it all, you should take me serious n***as delirious thinking they could f** with the set man were Too real to function But lames and busters only real G's and my circle the same crews I came up with I'm still running, we're getting hundreds We're splitting the money, we never don't find the sh** We're sticking to the script No man about the clique ! Chorus: And I don't f** around, if it ain't about money baby That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby Tell the girl that's on no grind, get your money, baby This for my n***as doing time, behind the money, baby And now I don't f** around if it ain't about money, baby That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby To the girl that's on the grind, I'm getting your money baby This for my n***as doing time, behind that money baby