Grind Is Money Lyrics

(Verse 1)

Hit the bricks, tell them chicks they can kick rocks/ I stay hungry like the bunny on the Trix box/ Hellaquent hot, you know I got this shit locked/ I spit fire like what's inside of my zip-lock/ I get my bread so Imma set the record for 'em/ If Hip Hop dead, then I'm the resurrected form/ Expect a storm when the album realest/ With HQT beats, Hella's a beast!/ We some heavyweight savages/ Everywhere the cabbage is/ Known for gettin paper, we major, ya'll amateurs/ Every day averages, beggin to colab with us/ and get mad when I tell em what the answer is/ I'm on point like a cactus is/ You need a beat? around a G is what the average is/ see me, I stack bread like sandwiches/ Cuz I stay hustlin all day no matter if it's/

(Hook)

Rain, Sleet, Hail, Snow, Shining Sunny/
You know I gotta keep hustlin, Cuz Grind is Money/
On the block where you find me Cutty/ You know I gotta keep hustlin, Cuz Grind is Money/ You know I gotta keep hustlin, Gotta keep hustlin, gotta keep hustlin cuz Grind is money/ You know I gotta keep hustlin, Cuz Grind is Money/ You know I gotta keep hustlin, Gotta keep hustlin, gotta keep hustlin cuz Grind is money/

(Verse 2)

Rain, Sleet, Snow, Hail/ Imma push it so well/ It's cold out, Oh well/ Gotta make some more sales/ slow snails don't sell/ I aint tryna slang rock/ Got the rap game locked/ It aint gonna post bail/ Independent, no deal/ Still push chrome wheels/ Goosebumps, Cold chills, imagine how your boy feels/ 78 Coupe DeVille/ GMC Yukon Deuce Double O7 (2007), Ready for the new one!/ Bout the whip the 08/ Patient but I wont wait/ I been on the block with crumbs, makin it a whole cake/ Early 'till it's so late, they can hate it's OK/ I stay grindin like hoes shakin it the wrong way/ Snow globe shake it up/ More dough cakin up/ Time to start wakin up, cuz ya'll never make enough/ Slow poke change it up/ We fuckin all the pavement up/ Cuz I hustle thunder on the block when it rain on us/

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(Verse 3)

You mad cuz I get cash in advance mayne?/ I make dough, it aint slow I'm in the fast lane/ I do my damn thang, Even if it's rainin out/ You think your pockets fat? You should see my bank account/ I'm pullin franklins out, makin it rain/ You savin your change, and all you ever make is complaints/ Now aint that funny? I make that money/ Rain and sunny, You hatin cuz your cake mad crumby/ You hungry, buddy my tummy is full/ But my hustlin mentality is hungry for more/ so I stay on the block dropped 20 or so/ in one hour, son now I'm not hungry at all!/ Shut down shop, Time to lock it up/ Copped a Dub, a Dutch and some Vodka. YUP!/ You got guap? Yea not like us/ I'm hustlin, Hella's hot. I aint stoppin cuz

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(Thanks to Hellaquent for these lyrics)