Tekstovi: JT Money. On The Grind.

East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast
East Coast nigga 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 bitches 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 fuck wit a lot of niggaz
'Cuz hoe niggaz foul out 'bout gold diggerz

See I'm a nigga 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 shit 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 nigga
Always see in Benzo's, Lexo's, Lac's and figga's
And fly ass bitchez out for the witchin'
But ain't no thang here bitch you cant get dis
But when you get dis, there's plenty more to earn
When you got fast loot in your pocket dat shit 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 nigga 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 ass bitchez wit tricks up they sleeve
Da boys burnin' trees and fonto leaves
Bitchez wanna skeeze for honey bees and G's

But naw fuck them hoes, a nigga cant stand 'em
Flow get low when them hoes leave you stranded
Naw fuck dat shit bitch get out on the ground
I ain't tryin' to spend shit 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