On Da Grind (Explicit)-JT Money

On Da Grind (Explicit) - JT Money East Coast ni**a if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast East Coast ni**a if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast I want the jackpot The gats, the yachts, the fat knots The big house And fly b**ches 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 don't f**k wit a lot of niggaz 'Cuz hoe niggaz foul out 'bout gold diggerz See I'm a ni**a tryin' to get by, get high And get that money right so I can get fly I want the finer [Incomprehensible] 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 night before Da money man be's the illest I mean foreallist, killa gets hot man like phillis Hey you J you know we gotta put it down, baby Know what I'm sayin' We gotta put it down for the 9-9 know what I'm sayin' You gonna put it down Keepin' my mind over matter People walkin' 'round talkin' that chit chatter Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here It's about all who you know Pound for pound, toe to toe, blow for blow Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here E'verthangs addictive sex, drugs and gamblin' Fat chunks, fly cars, bitchez and gun handlin' Niggaz goin' out for the goods don't believe me I'm tryin' to move on up like Georgia Wheezy But sh*t aint easy E'verythangs a hustle Cracka's out to rush you Niggaz out to touch you Camoflauge down but never camoflaugin' 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 ni**a Always see in Benzo's, Lexo's, Lac's and figga's And fly a** bitchez out for the witchin' But ain't no thang here b**ch you cant get dis But when you get dis, there's plenty more to earn When you got fast loot in your pocket dat sh*t burn Ay yo BI You know what I'm sayin' You got dem niggaz and dem hoes out there Tryin' to come up off of you You know what im sayin' 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 Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here Yo boy you been puttin' it down for 10 years now Know what I'm 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 I'm 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 I came up so now a ni**a sittin' on butt Nowadays when you see me I'm 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 a** bitchez wit tricks up they sleeve Da boys burnin' trees and fonto leaves Bitchez wanna skeeze for honey bees and G's But naw f**k them hoes, a ni**a cant stand 'em Flow get low when them hoes leave you stranded Naw f**k dat sh*t b**ch get out on the ground I ain't tryin' to spend sh*t I'ma hold on to mine, what? It's my mind over matter People walkin' 'round talkin' that chit chatter Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here It's about all who you know Pound for pound, toe to toe, blow for blow Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here It's my mind over matter People walkin' 'round talkin' that chit chatter Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here It's about all who you know Pound for pound, toe to toe, blow for blow Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rain around here