Fly Street Gang - Young Boy Grindin lyrics

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Feat. Iamsu!

(Hook)

I know you know about us, too much bread for us to count up

I'm a G like Warren, mount up, nigga

Everything foreign round us

Want that, buy that, hater, go try that

Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps

Ballers, bitches, hustlers, chinamen

Put yo hands up for this young nigga grindin'

(Verse)

With the Hennies in the system, ain't no tellin'

Will she fuck him, will she dis him

That's what they be yellin', I be grindin' hard

Stay gettin' that dough. I don't chase these bitches

I replace these hoes

I been stackin' that money and I been ballin' like this

And niggas keep hatin', but that won't get you to six

Man, tell Stephen Nashem that they should give me a nasel

Because them niggas is basic, but the niggas won't say shit

So you might catch me exclusive, man, my closet is stupid

Nigga, try how you want, but you can't do how I do it

I'm in that RR ride, bitch, switchin' four lanes

With a top down, screaming out Fly Street Gang

(Hook)

I know you know about us, too much bread for us to count up

I'm a G like Warren, mount up, nigga

Everything foreign round us

Want that, buy that, hater, go try that

Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps

Ballers, bitches, hustlers, chinamen

Put yo hands up for this young nigga grindin'

(Verse)

A nigga like me could only be from Richmond

I light up that tree, you would think it's Christmas

When I'm on the beat I make it sound right

Broke niggas couldn't pay me for a sound bite

Ride around town like I'm the president

Yung nigga got paper like steady man

Bad bitch diet, that's my regime, man

Please tell me who the hottest instead of him

Jordan Rocka, pull my Nike socks up

Sippin' on vodka, no silk but I'll shock it

Huh, no limit to the cheese, like I'm P. Miller

And we really in the building

You a seat filler, she want eat the realest

You know what deal is, take it to the bathroom

You think I'm still a heart-break cubie, futuristic Suzie?

Now that I'm ballin', all the hoes wanna screw me

(Hook)

I know you know about us, too much bread for us to count up

I'm a G like Warren, mount up, nigga

Everything foreign round us

Want that, buy that, hater, go try that

Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps

Ballers, bitches, hustlers, chinamen

Put yo hands up for this young nigga grindin'

(Verse)

I been grindin' since knee-high, my money like tree high

My bitches all foreign, a couple from Dubai

I'm too high to stress, these haters still test me

But I'm passing they test: A+ with a check

My niggas all blessed, like cross on they bliss

I'm bout that life, offices, my rims all set

My bitch have assets that make broke wars break nets

If you ain't bout that money, it's fuck you ?

I'm holdin' out a jest, watch yo T-Shirt sweezy

I notice all these hoes but my pockets is shapin'

Them lobsters on stage, girl, they stay on my plate

I'm married to the money, hoe, we cannot date

I'm that nigga, yung rich nigga tryna tell them boys

It's not fishes, but I slide thru yo hood with toys

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we them boys

Fly Street Gang, we be makin' noise

(Hook)

I know you know about us, too much bread for us to count up

I'm a G like Warren, mount up, nigga

Everything foreign round us

Want that, buy that, hater, go try that

Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps

Ballers, bitches, hustlers, chinamen

Put yo hands up for this young nigga grindin'

(Verse)

Woke up in this bitch, feelin' like a president

Cause yo bitch give me secret service

Real nigga in the buildin' got them gettin' nervous

Ain't this kind of accident, dawg, it's on purpose

You ain't legend?! Call a nigga James Worthy

You ain't worthy? Then hold my jack strap

All you week rappin' boy, y'all just up that

Sixteens from God and they still wouldn't cop that

Damn, that shit crazy

Put to sleep in the Range, woke up in the 7 series

Niggas mad cause my wrist is in the world series

(Hook)

I know you know about us, too much bread for us to count up

I'm a G like Warren, mount up, nigga

Everything foreign round us

Want that, buy that, hater, go try that

Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps

Ballers, bitches, hustlers, chinamen

Put yo hands up for this young nigga grindin'

Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics