Ya Boy - On Your Grind lyrics

[Hook] Are you on your grind, cause I'm on mine I be on the paper chase even if I gotta catch a case Cause I gotta get paid I'm talking like 6 in the morning On the block I'm grinding while you yawning These other n***as just wishing and hoping Maybe one day you could be like Ya Boy [Verse 1] Yeah, I got money on my mind Lately I've been feeling like I'm falling behind Cause while they riding Lambos, I'm flipping channels All I see is violence, Frank Lucas and Rambo Sopranos, Goodfellas and sh** MTV they singing about umbrellas and sh** I gotta get up, get out and get something, hustling How can you complain when you ain't doing nothing [x2] I go against the grain for that Range n***a I risk jail for mail let me tell you I'm on my grind, I gotta get mine and I ain't got time for a b**h I ain't lying Everytime I close my eyes I see dollar signs open em up It ain't about a dime then I'm blind And I don't care if you in the streets or you a Pastor I got a quick question to ask ya [Hook] [Verse 2] Uh, I'm trying to live the boss life I feel its only right since Ya Boy the boss type Like, houses on the hill probably worth a couple mill Every minute of the hour I'm making a dollar bill Lambos and Rari's, trips and safari's, threesomes with the (Lisa's and the Gicari's?) Wouldn't it be nice just to take a night flight On your own private jet not a hater in sight Right, we gotta get up on our grind They say black people like to sit on their behind So we gotta prove em wrong, listen to the song He ain't talking about a dollar tell that n***a move along She ain't adding to the pot tell that b**h kick rocks Gotta grind for each other if we wanna see the top And I don't care if you a singer or an actor I got a quick question to ask ya [Hook]