you can eat Chinese eight bucks Me and everybody's headin' up to da strip Wanna party ladi-dadi money up in da grip Big Daddy got the Big Daddy grin on
Jon & The Eastside Boyz) [Intro] 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... [Repeated several times] YEEEEEEEEEEAAA! [Chorus x2] We gon' hustle, grind (grind
We On The Front Cover Then It's Lookin Like A Good Book You In The Hood All Day On The Grind I Know You Bout Your Bread All Day On My Mind I'm More Shine
know where it's coming from You stepped on number two just to be number one Now I'm a step on you, bring it to yo yard Bogart for arts, we go hard You
spendin' it But if you ain't gon' pay don't be screamin' out hey girl (Wait, now let me see your booty drop) [Nicki Minaj:] Yo yo yo yo Big meals I
re spendin' it But if you ain't gon' pay don't be screamin' out hey girl (Wait, now let me see your booty drop) [Nicki Minaj] Yo yo yo yo Big meals I
long Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone [Chorus] We strivin home, gone [Cam] I ride on chrome... We strivin home, gone [Cam] Killa, I ride on
got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me [Juelz Santana:] I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side boy don't be
I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me [Juelz Santana:] I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side boy don't
now what you want Platinum tracks to put you on the map Cuz we gotta keep it in the fam' You had yo' chance to be down wit da man So busy playa hatin
like a bitch Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this click You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch Split yo wig oh yes I did I told you you don't
just a groupie ass That's all up on your grind Bustin characters Puttin shit like you was on my mind Im hitten back, back Look here lil momma You wasten yo
gotta Know I had it If you know better Spose to do better So I know like Al Green We gotta stay together Knock, knock...who's there Where? overhere Da
it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da) And the whole, world, loves it when you make that sound (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da) And
Try to get my come up on Yo, and when you see me, you know I got my "come up" arm on Cartier called me up, robbery here We got your seed in the back of
ain't get a chain snatched who else can claim that Before u get ya shine on gotta get ya grind ya on I ain't got time to be lying on my shit [Chorus]
been hustlin' all my life, All I know is sell white, (live from the kitchen) Know is sell white, All I know is sell white. (Yo Gotti!) Young Blood on