Текст песни The Grind - Young Roddy , Trademark Da Skydiver

She love me, or she love me not,
I guess that means she bipolar
So it's farewell, momma stay up,
I guess it means that it's over
But maybe in our next life
Still may be then don't work right
No love lost, but until then
Momma all I got is that jet life
Had a trap house that I kept open
Like a bitch that I bust open
That's back then, way back when
I had a nappy Fro like young kobe
I hold them drums to...
It's just me, I'm an one man army
She text me told me she want me
Man, this bitch try to ride me
Damn, gotta watch my mouth
Them kids listing and wack you over them Benjamins
I'm a good guy, but I got a bad side
I'm gangsta and im gentleman
I rather just be for the hell of it Book smart nigga im intelligent you street smart nigga you killin me
That shit you spit irrelevant, gone...

And I don't fuck around, if it ain't about money baby
That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby
Tell the girl that's on no grind, get your money, baby
This for my niggas doing time, behind the money, baby
And now I don't fuck around if it ain't about money, baby
That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby
To the girl that's on the grind, I'm getting your money baby
This for my niggas doing time, behind that money baby

Yeah! Here we are in this world of riches
I only see the money, surrounded by all these bitches
Niggas looking suspicious like I owe em something
I do this grind for me and mines I owe you nothing
Is funny how niggas brains think these days
A million ways to get paid, you can't get yours,
Man it's craze!
I stay up on my grind and my hustle period
When I say I want it all, you should take me serious
Niggas delirious thinking they could fuck with the set man were
Too real to function
But lames and busters only real G's and my circle the same crews I came up with
I'm still running, we're getting hundreds
We're splitting the money, we never don't find the shit
We're sticking to the script
No man about the clique!

And I don't fuck around, if it ain't about money baby
That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby
Tell the girl that's on no grind, get your money, baby
This for my niggas doing time, behind the money, baby
And now I don't fuck around if it ain't about money, baby
That paper on my mind, I'm getting that money baby
To the girl that's on the grind, I'm getting your money baby
This for my niggas doing time, behind that money baby