2 Chainz - Grind Mode lyrics

[Hook] Grind mode, grind mode, b**h I'm on grind mode Put it in the pot, then I whip it with my eyes closed Grind mode, grind mode, b**h I'm on grind mode Stop, check the watch like tell me where time go I do it, I do it, b**h I do it, I do it I said I do it, I do it, b**h I do it I do it [Verse 1: YG] I'm a master with it I'm with the clique and we thick like fat b**hes I got the work in the pot, I got the work in the pot Do it so much my b**h call me Sir Mix-A-lot Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock Ducking from the cops cuz a n***a got a Glock Try to rob me then a n***a getting shot like (gunshots) Riding real slow with a black a** tint A n***a can't stand no black a** b**h b**h I gotta fat a** dick, go hard on a b**h like a mad a** pimp In the streets all day, n***a 24/7 Bringing n***as hell to the streets of heaven I don't preach n***a, I ain't no reverend But I'm about to blow like 9-11 Ten racks of cash in a n***a pocket Shaquille O'Neil these n***as be blocking The cops keep watching so a n***a gotta move Yeah a n***a gotta do what a n***a gotta do Faker than I get, that's just how a n***a live Ass hole naked, yep that's how I like my b**hes In the kitchen it's a party in the kitchen, it's a party In that b**h celebrating cause we just cooked up some scarface [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Told them off the rip I was ambitious Got 2 or 3 cars full of bad b**hes (truuuuee) Make that p**y work, yeah b**h I got that work Pot hit that fork then it's skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt Grind mode, grind mode counting money blind fold This right here is that real sh** That look like some rhine stones, rhine stones, rhine stones We don't like that fake sh** God don't like ugly so you need to get a face lift I display greatness, crib on 20 acres Louie V's on court side of the lakers Please do not mistake us, my partner beat a murder trial We ain't seen sh** we ain't heard of y'all Yeah I'm serving y'all n***as no ceramic Paid 500 dollars for my sneakers (trueee) Yeah I started with a Beemer, then I got a Porsche I ain't tryna front I f**ed her on the porch [Hook] [Verse 3: NIPSEY HUSSLE] Back to back in these Benzes, v12 in my engines Riding around with my pistol, cuz if n***as try I'm gone k** 'em f** what n***as be talking about I got long clips and I chalk em out Poker face, I won't talk about it This war sh** I'm all about it Look, these n***as know, on my grind and I'm getting dough Ain't a place I ain't been before I'm buying real estate and getting 10 a show No subliminals, I be f**ing you n***as' hoes She look like a centerfold and she lick me like a envelope I'm in control, in the game, in my zone, on any stage And at this rate how I'm getting paid, I could be a millionaire any day More money, more problems Bought more guns so it's no problems, bro keep it And I'm so Slauson all money Pushaz we so poppin In grind mode, grind mode Used to do it for survival In the spot with those blinds closed I can chop a zone with my eyes closed Flip 2 pounds bought 5 more Hit the mall and bought fly clothes Drop the tank then I shine more 150 thou is what I sign for now thats -- [Hook]