Lyrics Shine - Jackpot L. Money

Everyday I gotta grind boy Everyday I like to shine boy
Ima take whatever's mine boy
Every penny every dime boy
Every night I gotta eat
Some nights I don't sleep
24's on the street I got a don on me don't be deceased

I remember nights I ain't eat me and D.C Now we pulling up valet at the Klub every week
About 10 bands on me boy u know I ain't purping
Still taking chances & so far it's been worth it
Savage Gang or die boy if u ain't heard we the mob
Lambo Life Hme boy my team go hard
Club ice Saturday going hard with G.C, shoutout
Alex, Big Greg & Dj OC

Going crazy in the club u prolly think that I made it
Off the lean and some cookie u can tell that I'm faded
Keep a tool on my hip like an old school pager
Couple niggaz owe me money so I'm all out of favors

I remember hitting licks at night me & Rick
Call Spyder up he had to plug on the bricks
No gymnastics but ima pro at making flips
Gotta couple Bo's right now on my neck & wrist
And I ain't into games so its money over tricks
If a nigga run off ima hit his mama krib
Gotta couple niggaz on the east known for splitting wigs ima west side player Memphis Grizz
On the block everyday u know I stay posted
Catch me on the lawn strapped blowing on doeja
If a Nigga want it I'll fucking klose his kasket
Since Spyder died man my mind been tragic been fucking so many bitches man the shit is amazing
Gotta little money but I aint really made it
I feel like I'm there nigga when I'm faded
Mj fade away I hit her then I share her

I hit her then I share her
I hit her then I share her

Everyday I gotta grind boy Everyday I like to shine boy
Ima take whatever's mine boy
Every penny every dime boy
Every night I gotta eat
Some nights I don't sleep
24's on the street I got a don on me don't be deceased