Mr. Lee - On The Grind lyrics

[Chorus] I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down Puttin' paper in my pockets, grindin all year round I'm on the block with the gangstas stayin two toes down I'm on the grind I'm on the grind all night until the sun come up Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck I'm making moves, stacking paper cuz I'm handlin' all I'm on my grind [Verse 1] Check me out baby I got money on my mind, big Frank on my brain Intoxicated by visions of chains and diamond rings One thing here to obtain is fortune forget the fame Been ballin' since back in the game been changin' the strings These lames tend to complain, its a goddamn shame You think you flyer than a plane but you washed up in the drain Baby pick the picture frame, its all work no play My hustle schedule is simply all night all day I'm snapping like paparazzi, I'm plotting on Maserati Been grindin' since lotty dotty, trying to earn that pay Collecting that green paper, I'm scheming and pulling [?] I'm giving these broads the vapers from the fold to the tray I'm on the grind [Chorus] [Verse 2] Let me tell you a bit about myself My hustle is Godzilla, my muscle is King Kong My mind is Einstein, my flow is off the dome My grind is dope feen, addicted to counting green My money is Bill Gates, my ballin is Yao Ming I'm not impressed with bling, I'm more concerned with ching Grinding since I was a teen, money over everything See I'm all about that paper stacks and bank rolls The Lacs all fo's with drank cold and dank roll Hustle is my hobby inspired by Jonny Gotti call me Give me the wallet because its time to collect VS up in the jonny watch shining so clear The face look like a mirror call it time to reflect I'm on the grind [Chorus]