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 [JT Money] 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 dont fuck wit a lot of niggas Cuz hoe niggas foul out bout gold diggerz See im a nigga tryin to get by Get high And get that money right so I can get fly I want the finer (???) 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 nite before Da money man be's the illest I mean foreallist Killa gets hot man like phillis [talking] Hey you J you know we gotta put it down baby Know what im sayin We gotta put it down for the 9-9 know what im sayin You gonna put it down [Chorus] 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 [JT Money] E'verthangs addictive sex, drugs and gamblin Fat chunks, fly cars, bitchez and gun handlin Niggas goin out for the goods dont believe me Im tryin to move on up like Georgia Wheezy But shit ain't easy E'verythangs a hustle Cracka's out to rush you Niggas out to touch you Camoflauge down but never camoflaug'n 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 can't get dis But when you get dis There's plenty more to earn When you got fast loot in your pocket dat shit burn [Talking] Ay yo BI You know what im sayin You got dem niggas and dem hoes out there Yryin to come up off of you You know what im sayin [Chorus] 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 [Talking] Yo boy you been puttin it down for 10 years now Know what im 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 im 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 [JT Money] I came up so now a nigga sittin on butt Nowadays when you see me im 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 niggas 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 can't 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 ima hold on to mine What? [Chorus] 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 (2X)