Paul Wall On The Grind (Featuring Freeway & Crys Wall)
[Chorus]
I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down,
Puttin' paper in my pockets grindin' all year round'
I'm on the block with the gangstas stayin' two toes down I'm on the grind.
I'm on the grind all night until the sun come up,
Countin' cash up in the cut tryin' to make me a buck,
I'm making moves stacking paper cause I'm handelin' ya, I'm on my grind.
Check it out baby.
I got money on my mind, big frank on my brain,
Intoxicated by visions of chains and diamond rings,
One thing here to obtain is fortune forget the fame
Been ballin' since back in the game been changin the strings,
These lames tend to complain its a goddamn shame
You think you flier than a plain but you washed up in the drain,
Baby paint the picture frame its all work no play,
My hustle schedule is simpley all night all day,
I'm snapping like paparazzi I'm plotting on Maserati
Been grinding since lotty dotty
Trying to earn that pay collecting that green paper
I'm scheming and pulling capers
I'm giving these brouds the vapers
From the fold to the tray.
I'm on the grind
[Chorus]
My hustle is Godzilla, my muscle is king kong,
My mind is Einstein, my flow is off the dome,
My grind is dope feen addicted to counting green,
My money is bill gates my ballin' is yow ming,
I'm not impressed with bling I'm more conserned with ching,
Grinding since I was a teen, money over everything,
See I'm all about that paper stacks and bank rolls
The lack on fo's with drank cold and dank roll.
Hustle is my hobby inspired by johnny gotti call me,
Give me the wallet because its time to collect,
V-S up in the johnny watch shining so clear
The face look like a mirror call it time to reflect.
I'm on the grind
[Chorus]
