Lyrics
HOOK (x2)
I grind hard, I aint ever stoppin/
I grind hard, these rubber bands keep poppin/
I grind hard, rain, sleet, or sunny/
I grind hard, I work hard for this money/
VERSE 1
daddy was a fiend, we didnt have sh** /
money was da dream, we didnt have it/
livin in hotels, thats wat it used to be/
never thought I'd be this far as an MC/
but I did my thang, I got on my grind/
gettin number 1, is where I plan to climb/
always hungered for it, I couldnt let it go/
all da people dat f*** ed wit me, Ima let em know/
that I get this paper, and it never stops/
this sh** s a steal, like a town wit no cops/
and I keep it goin, and I keep it flowin/
got stacks in da bank, and Ima keep em growin/
when I grind hard, and I feel beat/
I keep my head up, and never at my feet/
cuz I know better, to show any weakness/
to get this paper, I got a thousand reasons/
VERSE 2
workin everyday, man Im flippin dough/
got me feelin good, like I smoked some dro/
yall dont know yet, bout wats goin on/
yall aint hearin me, just turn yalls speakers on/
cuz Im commin thru, aint no stoppin me/
Im bout to take off, like Kupid-V/
people start to hear me, they want my CD/
a mutha f*** a gettin money is wat yall bout to see/
and I never cease, to amaze myself/
yall just commin up short like da Keibler Elf/
Ima giant on da mic, call me Jolly Green/
I keep a pocket full of money, I call it collard greens/
commin for that award, aint no nominee/
Im tryna make it out, of this thing called poverty/
raps like da dope game, I be servin feinds/
gettin this paper like Malcolm X, by any means/
VERSE 3
got this feelin in me, man Im money hungry/
that sh** stays wit me, yall cant take it from me/
wat dont kill me, makes me stronger mane/
even when Im injured, I grind thru da pain/
used to rock Starter, now I rock Coogie/
all these haters, act like they can see thru me/
Im makin so much dough, my pockets full of yeast/
Im like a lion in da jungle, Im a f*** in beast/
and Im always gonna stay tearin up these beats/
and Im always gonna put it on for these streets/
Im a killa on da mic like Al Capone/
Im livin by da motto, its go hard or go home/
Im gonna get this cheddar, aint no stoppin me/
now I got this paper, these girls likin me/
cuz Big Cheek's da name, dont yall forget it/
24/7 365, I come wit it/
