Wyclef Jean - Grind For It lyrics

Hook: [Ace] Coming up pops told me (son always do your own thing) Now I get attention (Like the house when the phone rings) Because I grind for it Give me water I'll make wine from it Never had it too hard (But no your boy was never spoon fed) Now it ain't gonna' stop (I slept in it and made my own bed) Please believe Im gonna' grind for it If you know me you know I grind for it I know you see me out here grinding (X4) Verse 1: [MB4] bu*ton-up new watch Taylored pants due socks Blue moc's Two shots Put me in your juke box Now pour the champagne and let the goose pop Take the party from the basement to the rooftop Now why these rappers tryna' sound so hard Sky-living space swag guess my sounds solnar Got me thinking to myself "why all these clouds so large?" Im just thinking outloud for my fans no charge Post cards to the haters "Au revior" Punchlines ride the whip in which my lyrics chauffeur Im in a cla** of my own just like the slow kids This the land of the fake welcome to show biz A place where girls are getting nose jobs just to get noticed And rappers lie about theyre own lives just to get quoted Signing off "MB" catch me at the top And they say time is money catch me in your watch (Hook) Verse 2: [Wyclef Jean] My lifes an HBO series Entourage, I confess me, cindy Niki Minaj Not the rapper, Im talking 'bout an actress That I met in the show "El Izee" out in Paris, (yeah) Brooklyn, call me Fabolous You, desturbing the peace Ludacris Try to Kanye me for my cash Singing "Good Life" by Mr. West Where my 50 stacks? Dont mistake my kindness for weakness brother My RPG's will have you shaking dreads like Waka-Flaka Trust me, we ain't' never scared You ain't BMF you holding on to rick ross' beard And when I bust ain't no holding me back Boughatti's too slow so I just bought a corner sack It feels good to see my stock go back up If I run for president again Ima' get an armored truck 'Cuz every since baby dock hit the surface Haiti been hot like a furnace Wyclef AKA Toussaint St. Jean, When I spit Saka Fih (Hook) Hey Clef they mad again Its because when these rappers step on the courts the only time they traveling Im in a yacht these rappers paddeling Im MJ in the 4th James Bond in the javelin Excuse the flow but im going out of my mind Purposely paiting pictures a young poet in his prime And they Love me (yea, yea, yea, yea) They loving my style My style (Lets go) I brought Clef back to rap Threw Fred (The Godson) on a track Get my beats from Vinny Idol Show these youngins how to act Im a hard guy to get along with Get on a song with Either way the boy's blowing up like a bong rip So take a breath and be easy My 16's having s** with the beat My vocals come in 3-D Im high Def without the TV Beating me's like tryna' walk through hell with some sandals and a squee-gee Good Luck! bu*ton-up! Wyclef! Ace Whats good!?