On The Grind

Lyrics

[Chorus: T-Streets] Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet I never was average, this rap shit automatic And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it Bitch I'm out this world [Verse 1: T-Streets] It's money money money, money money Gotta get it, gotta spend it Gotta have it, gotta stack it Gotta flip it The prodict, that's a profit Gotta stretch it, gotta whip it Got 4 up in the addic, 1 cooking in the kitchen You niggas out of town, bitch I'm outer space Young Mula, bitch I throw a stack up in your face Big joker statis, and you niggas just a ace 31 charges, and I cancel every case Strizzle get respect, especially in the streets Danny Glover with the weapon, and Al Pacino with the heat Been killing for too long, right now it's time to eat Dreamin bout the chetter, make dollars in my sleep [Chorus: T-Streets] Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet I never was average, this rap shit automatic And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it Bitch I'm out this world [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz! OK I'm bout to take off, riding like a racecar I'm out of this world, skipped that, spacebar All this work I got, I could never take a day off And I ain't talking bench press, but I get that weight off And you niggas way off, tell me what you gon do Microphone check, [?] hit you with that 1 2 Niggas saying they winnin, but we already won too Box full of bullits, and I give you niggas 1 too Hit you with the poker face, slide like a stolen [?] You would think it's my birthday, how I'm blowin cake Mink on, like I'm dead wrong Smoking loud, Dr. Dre headphones [Chorus: T-Streets] Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet I never was average, this rap shit automatic And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it Bitch I'm out this world