yo young chris whats happening naggers se you already know how we rocking nigga i grind i grind i grind all day this paper what im trying to chase all i want is money i can see the shit from miles away im in my lane get out my way grinding each and every day i gotta run a check up imma keep on grinding till im straight i grind i grind i grind all day this paper what im trying to chase all i want is money i can see the shit from miles away im in my lane get out my way grinding each and every day i gotta run a check up imma keep on grinding till im straight imma grind out till i feel im straight cause i dont know no other way stacking up my dinner plate fuck niggas get out my way swagger turned up to the max pockets filled up with the rack and i keep the scrap for all you lame niggas who trying to check money all i wanna see in and out these fucking streets money out the rats ass but i call it chucky cheese i seen the shit from miles away balling like the nba i just twist the game up and threw it in the ashtray i just kicked a field goal chris we bout that cash flow getting money is all i know and thats just how the game go hustle hard just for that cake feel like chris rock im here to stay yea feel like chris rock im here to stay i grind i grind i grind all day this paper what im trying to chase all i want is money i can see the shit from miles away im in my lane get out my way grinding each and every day i gotta run a check up imma keep on grinding till im straight  grinding hard couldnt get to sleep not counting sheep but im having dreams powder whippin running out of chicken with a lot of whips while im counting figures this the game no counterfeitin in the paint dont count for slipping pounds a midget if you down to get it we could meet in while i pound a pigeon bell on a scale dropped bread over there people at the hotel swing round to get it make sure the suite came equip with kitchens bout yo business we could test the issues pay my lil sister kayla shell catch the dishes when the flipping im over back to the crib with a fridge full of soda wrist in the clench i could win me some over fucking up the room smell the stench from the odor making another two hundred bands then its over chick around the corner fin to bend over poke her slow and stroke her last with game im in her brain and me nuh roped her knuckles to the pavement grind for paper you so loco i grind i grind i grind all day this paper what im trying to chase all i want is money i can see the shit from miles away im in my lane get out my way grinding each and every day i gotta run a check up imma keep on grinding till im straight