JT Money - On Da Grind lyrics

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East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast

East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast

[JT Money]

I want the jackpot

The gats, the yachts, the fat knots, the big house

And fly bitches I can dig out

I need a room for every day of the week

But right now it's kinda hard tryin to stay on my feet

I gotsta hide it

Dolla bill dreams of a poor HUSTLA

And I get's money wit no BUSTA

That's why I dont fuck wit a lot of niggaz

Cuz hoe niggaz foul out bout gold diggerz

See im a nigga tryin to get by

Get high

And get that money right so I can get fly

I want the finer (???) skins the leathers

Wake up every mornin wit 2 bitchez in bed

Im high foreva

Lazer beams guard my door

Champagne bottles on the floor from the nite before

Da money man be's the illest

I mean foreallist

Killa gets hot man like phillis

[talking]

Hey you J you know we gotta put it down baby

Know what im sayin

We gotta put it down for the 9-9 know what im sayin

You gonna put it down

[Chorus]

Keepin my mind over matter

People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter

Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here

It's about all who you know

Pound for pound

Toe to toe

Blow for blow

Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here

[JT Money]

E'verthangs addictive sex, drugs and gamblin

Fat chunks, fly cars, bitchez and gun handlin

Niggaz goin out for the goods dont believe me

Im tryin to move on up like Georgia Wheezy

But shit aint easy

E'verythangs a hustle

Cracka's out to rush you

Niggaz out to touch you

Camoflauge down but never camoflaug'n

Out on the grind tryin to bump fed charges

Information be leakin

Bullets heat seakin

93 hour peepin

Nowadays i be creepin

It's a god damn shame how dis game make a nigga

Always see in benzo's, lexo's, lac's and figga's

And fly ass bitchez out for the witchin

But aint no thang here bitch you cant get dis

But when you get dis

There's plenty more to earn

When you got fast loot in your pocket dat shit burn

[Talking]

Ay yo BI

You know what im sayin

You got dem niggaz and dem hoes out there

Yryin to come up off of you

You know what im sayin

[Chorus]

Keepin my mind over matter

People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter

Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here

It's about all who you know

Pound for pound

Toe to toe

Blow for blow

Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here

[Talking]

Yo boy you been puttin it down for 10 years now

Know what im sayin

It's yo time to shine now

So all y'all wannabe's need to step back baby

There ya go

You got the keys to the benz

Keys to the house

Know what im sayin

Got 3 MILLION in the trunk

And you know I got you some of the poudy

For you to smoke on the way where ever you wanna go

And put it down any state, round the world, nationwide baby

[JT Money]

I came up so now a nigga sittin on butt

Nowadays when you see me im in nothin but plush

Luxary auto

Get loose my motto

I sip and swallow

bubbles right from the bottle

Cript joint the follow

They get me nice

Girlies lose they site from starrin at the ice

Got grip like a vice

Pockets stay fat

All my niggaz in da PIP holdin gats

My mob is thick e'vrybody sittin on cheese

Wit fly ass bitchez wit tricks up they sleeve

Da boys burnin trees and fonto leaves

Bitchez wanna skeeze for honey bees and g's

But naw FUCK them hoes

A nigga cant stand em

Flow get low when them hoes leave you stranded

Naw fuck dat shit bitch get out on the ground

I aint tryin to spend shit ima hold on to mine

what?

[Chorus]

Keepin my mind over matter

People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter

Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here

It's about all who you know

Pound for pound

Toe to toe

Blow for blow

Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here [x2]