Lyrics

Intro: Yeah, Ha Yo its the D-O Double R (Yes Sir) Dorrough Music (Yeah Buddy) PrimeTime Clique, Bitch Chorus: Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow Verse 1: Say, I heard there's a fire, fire, somebody yell fire So damn fly that niggas put me on they flyers Prior, and no i'm no liar I'm grinding like i'm riding on four flat tires Book me for a show, I'll work, for hire Book me for a show, big faces I require Cause boy I'm fire, sizzlin, cracklin Plus I grind like two hoes wrestlin' Quick to spit verses like reverends Grind like [?] 25/8 Fuck 24/7 When do I sleep, really ain't no tellin' I'm the 411 like April, 11th Yeah I'm from the south Where niggas get street money Im from the south Where niggas get deep money Im from the south We get money, keep money Long money, speak money, take you out to eat money Chorus:X2 Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow Verse 2: Boy I grind like a skater, I grind for the paper Ride around in 20-29 navigators Lil mama fine but I ain't time to just date her She mad cuz Im a dog, and I dont even know her maker Taking risks like a knife spinning [?] Where niggas who step pour papers And all i know is hustlers, ballers, and haters And most of you niggas played out like [?] Got me yellin faker, faker, my nigga youz a faker [????] Watch, you better hope yo bitch dont break ya Heres a tip do not go where the money dont take ya Jelousy, I ain't trippen because I get money and got money And I ain't trippen because I stacked up and stocked money And some people called the country boy a crop money Big money, shop money, buy it off the lot money Chorus:X2 Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow Verse 3: If you get cold, I get hotter Where ever I go yo bitch gunna follow Yeah boy yo bitch my pinta Beat that pussy just like pintas As I get hot, you get colder I stack paper like 5 star folders Put cho bitch legs over my shoulder Beat that pussy just like I suppose to Lou, ash a poo, make it pop like mountain dew Stand tall like mountain dew Make a million then count a few (Boy I grind, like boy I, boy I) And really on that bull shit But i got through to the hound of you Dope niggas get dope money, show niggas get show money Pimp niggas get hoe money, grown niggas get no money One man can get a lot of money But more niggas get more money I cry without a 95 I fuck around and get cho money Chorus:X2 Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow