[Clay]
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Gotta get this money
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I grind, Gotta get this paper
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I grind, Gotta get this money
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Alright
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[HBK]
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I had to listen to Clay, he told me grind to shine
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Summertime of '09, '09 was mine
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Now it's '010, nothin' but RosA¨Ï, kush rollin'
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Scat got me tatted, so I show skin
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Bitches on my dick like Trojans, they wanna hold hands
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Instead, I leave they heart broken, my money ain't foldin'
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I ball like Mo Williams, winter time, go Timbs
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Mink with the hood when it's snowin'
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Yo baby mama said on the songs I be goin'
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So, she keep her legs open, and let me go in
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Cause when you shine they head or tails like tokens
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When I'm done with you baby, I'm goin' to fuck yo friend
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Some niggas say they fuckin' with us, they must be jokin'
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We go in, runnin' through this white like we plowing
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Here's some advice, don't leave a nigga when he broke then
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Cause when he come up, yo ass gon' wanna run up
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Grind to shine nigga
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[Hook - Clay]
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I grind 2 shine, got big money all on my mind
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So if you cross me, you die
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Cause I been hustling all my life [X2]
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[4-1 Payroll]
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Everything that I got I had to hustle for
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Ice came from pumpin' blow, get money, fuck a ho
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Grind hard stack loot, Off-setts, black Coupes
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Black .40 Cals, Black Louie belt, black boots
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Went from a cute piece of Kush to a couple pounds
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Had to stay focused, had to put them Rose bottles down
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No clubs for me, naw I'm busy in the streets
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Sellin Kush and Raw here, movin Oxy's OT
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Everyday I'm making sells, pounds comin' through the mail
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Bout to cop a V-12, thanks to my clientele
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Foreign clothes, foreign kicks, Foreign blunt, Foreign whips
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I guess it's safe to say, Payroll on some Foreign shit
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Use to cop hard Oz, hoping for a Brick
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19 years old, I was paying Mortgage bitch
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I was told ain't no money like Blow money
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Now a nigga blow money, everything I own paid cash, hard, dough money
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[Hook]
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[Doughboy Dre]
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You gotta crawl before you walk, walk before you run
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Running red lights, smoking weed like Tommy Bunz
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Fuckin' up my lungs, pocket full of Honey Buns
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I ain't stoppin til' I get a ton, and that's real talk
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I do this shit for my real niggas, real trap stars
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Dope runners and them brick flippers
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And my niggas, locked behind bars, just know that I'mma ball for yall
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24s on the car, 26s on my truck, Hollow tips for the body, get that ass fucked up
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I ain't got time to play, bitch I'm on a paper chase
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Speed ballin, my whole team ballin' like Spalding
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Got kids to feed, got bills to pay, I ain't got time to play
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This shit real out here, I'm from motor city bitch, you get killed out here
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I ain't stoppin til' I get a couple Mil' out here
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[Hook]
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[Brightmo Roc]
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If you don't work, you don't eat
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Remember nights I couldn't sleep
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Trappin' all day, same clothes for a week
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You gotta grind til' you shine Ball til' you fall
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I seen work I put in work, I don' did it all
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I grind for these stacks, cross the line you gettin' wacked
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Playin' with my cheese, yo head gon' end up in yo lap
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I'm addicted to these Hollows, I'm always poppin' bottles
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I lead you the right way, I'm who you should follow
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Yall be slackin' all winter, same Retails
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And I ain't gon' stop until' I touch a couple L's
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I keep the pistol, I'm tryin' to double
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I gotta bubble, everyday I gotta hustle
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More money more problems, niggas always tell us
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You can't get a job when you a Muffuckin felony
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Make a toast to success, and what that bring
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It's never back to being broke, now I'mma let Clay sing
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[Hook]
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Grind 2 Shine
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Doughboyz Cashout |