I've been grinding hard in my Air Ones How these niggas gangstas when they share

guns Sinks filled with dirty dishes

Counting all this money in my dirty kitchen All this money keep on stacking up

Money machines count it then I wrap it up All this money keep on stacking up

Money machines count it then I wrap it up

It's like I'm grinding hard just to pay the rent Broke niggas talking they ain't making sense

Fuck at any time cause I make it wet It's the drought on the work that I'm making stretch

Feel my blood and tears in these streets My ambitions has arrived even if you say sweat

Never catch a slip and you can place your bets Get it on the arm never pay for sex

Consistency got my pockets swollen Stacks thicker than tires

I -87 is my road to riches Got broke prescription it's fire

Never been a chump but them niggas shiver up When I pull up in the dump with them riders

Fully automatic for the static If a nigga wanna have it I'ma hit him with the fire

What you niggas really know about that? Grinding all day taking out stacks

Never was at home cause my house was packed My mama didn't have it all I had to bounce back

Backstabbing never been about that Black ratchet better come about that

I wet the trowel I beat my case 25k and I bounce back

It'll be a bloody murder They talking beef but they buns they burgers

100 deep in the club we turnt up Fuckin freaks but the smoke will burn ya

Real niggas that'll shoot for me That'll kill niggas with shoe money

10k that's true money They talking bricks they broke and that's too funny

I -I been grinding hard in my Air 1s How these niggas gangsters when they share guns

Sinks filled with dirty bitches Counting all this money in my dirty kitchen

All this money keep on stacking up Money machines count it then I wrap it up

All this money keep on stacking up Money machines count it then I wrap it up

I been grinding hard since like 90 son Getting money fucking hoes all kind of stuff

Taking flicks with some major chicks Big 4 all my wasted shit

Money, guns, ice glowing All out to show how my night was going

Imagine now how my life was going The bitch all one all night she rolling

Scuffed my kicks I need a new pair Last time in I should've brought two pair

Just like the ball when I dropped my top Man you niggas know this a new year

Vamp all night when the day hit One week man a nigga make 8 flips

That's one more than a 7 day shift I grind hard like the late rich

Thought my life was going down the drain Till I learned how to cook 2 pounds of cane

Swear to God that I found my lane Till my niggas called 22 counts of cane

I swear to God it get scary then When I see the feds I get scared of them

I been grinding hard in my air once How these niggas gangstas when they share guns

Sinks filled with dirty bitches Counting all this money in my dirty kitchen

All this money keep on stacking up Money machines count it then I wrap it up

All this money keep on stacking up Money machines count it then I wrap it up