kevin gates
grinder
Because I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh) I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh) Let the light hit on the ice The chain keeps swinging Love women with ass but They names keep changing Move a lot of way My section ain't safe Definitely protective of any physical preference Might forget to pray but get much respect up in heaven Graw got a loud sound (ugh) Make them bow down Blinded by the silver lining In the grown cloud You ain't wylin Okay you don't bounce You get blown blown Tryna' frown like you won't get found Somewhere down town By a killer in the inner seat And where you ride around For a long time I been getting paper I could never mind stepping on you haters See I don't know what you think but they feel I'm retawdid Know it's a name for it but I don't know what to call it For a long time I been getting paper I got my money right, bitch get out the way Because I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh) I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh) Being the subject of the reprocution Where they blans round You ain't busting it ain't no discussion You can stand down First I tell my home boy Point me and his bitch out Then I let my pants sag Then I pull my dick out Turn my phone off Don't want no phone calls Too many women They get sick me with them phone calls It go ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring But my mind is on hustling When I was dead broke Weren't nobody trying to fuck with me Now I dead game People try to get in touch with me Now my dreads hang I ain't ringing in the city streets You mad because your kids and your baby momma feeling me For a long time I been getting paper I could never stepping on you haters My home boy tripping because he's an alcoholic Know it's a name for it but I don't know what to call it Because I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh) I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh) For a long time I been getting paper I could never stepping on you haters