Yung Boy - Trynna Grind lyrics

[Intro: Young Bart] We do this all the time n***as always on their grind [Hook: Young Bart] We all out here tryna grind So shout out to my money makin' b**hes, do your thing And shout out to my n***as gettin' money cause we outchea And all this money out here, I'ma get it, ain't no doubt there We all out here tryna grind So shout out to my money makin' b**hes, do your thing And shout out to my n***as gettin' money cause we outchea And all this money out here, I'ma get it, ain't no doubt there [Verse 1: Yung Boy] This young n***a tryna set sh** straight If your goal is not the money then we cannot relate You f** n***as, broke n***as, I'm a big spender If you ain't with it, then get missin', this a movement And I just hit the game winnin' shot, I'm never losin' All this money in my vision, you know I'm snoozin' Anybody actin' up, I'm goin' f**in' ruthless And shout out to my savages, them boys that really do this Down to ride for the come up All about these bills, n***as, don't get touched up Coolin' like a Rasta Real proper, rollin' my mothaf**in' ganja Smokin' on that power Hit that O and now I'm totin' on a money hunt Hit a p**y n***a up for tryna front All about these Bens, n***as feelin' up like a ceilin' fan b**hes packin' grams, b**hes tryna be my number one fan I'm tryna be that man, yeah I'm puttin' on for my squad Walkin' alone, I'ma get this money on my own I ain't never had no handouts, so I stand out I'm just a young n***a I made mistakes, sh** wasn't great But I bounced back and got my plate A little motivation And some a** shakin' ain't never hurt To all the n***as that ain't f** with me When I pull up, I'm like, SKRRT To all the b**hes that f**ed with me I know you quite hurt But I'm tryna get it together I'm just too clever, a young n***a that's from Bed Stuy Let lead fly, hold heads high And do what I gotta do This sh** is here for everybody So you can get it too [Hook: Young Bart] We all out here tryna grind So shout out to my money makin' b**hes, do your thing And shout out to my n***as gettin' money cause we outchea And all this money out here, I'ma get it, ain't no doubt there We all out here tryna grind So shout out to my money makin' b**hes, do your thing And shout out to my n***as gettin' money cause we outchea And all this money out here, I'ma get it, ain't no doubt there [Verse 2: Desiigner] Look like a demon jumpin' out the Bimmer Grandma stay with the nana You better duck if you f**in' seen her Turn a non believer, turn to believer Sellin' white like Justin Bieber In the pan I'm whippin' Peter L.O.D., that's in me Ray Charles, you can't see me My money large like an oak tree I'ma OD on this OG Got a bad b**h, she on me I'm sick and tired of the police Took entire, let me relapse Hold on, let me relax My seat back, on recline Throw it back like a rewind I'ma start it, I'ma f**in' end it I'ma spend it, yeah I f**in' spend it Young villain that's f**in' gettin' it Got a couple b**hes and they with the sh**s They talkin' loud and then they give defaced They'll bite the bullet, tell me I can taste This codeine got me slow, Matrix Used to chase the money, now it chase me Young boy, I'm the money man Bow, bow, do the money dance Just me and a couple friends Ride around with a couple bands Kickflip the brick, then I grind Ice on me so you know it shine I let 'em run, then I get the nine I let 'em run, then I get the nine