Grind Mode

[Hook] Grind mode, grind mode, bitch I'm on grind mode Put it in the pot, then I whip it with my eyes closed Grind mode, grind mode, bitch I'm on grind mode Stop, check the watch like tell me where time go I do it, I do it, bitch I do it, I do it I said I do it, I do it, bitch I do it I do it [Verse 1: YG] I'm a master with it I'm with the clique and we thick like fat bitches I got the work in the pot, I got the work in the pot Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock Ducking from the cops cuz a nigga got a Glock Try to rob me then a nigga getting shot like (gunshots) Riding real slow with a black ass tint A nigga can't stand no black ass bitch Bitch I gotta fat ass dick, go hard on a bitch like a mad ass pimp In the streets all day, nigga 24/7 Bringing niggas hell to the streets of heaven I don’t preach nigga, I ain't no reverend But I'm about to blow like 9-11 Ten racks of cash in a nigga pocket Shaquille O’Neil these niggas be blocking The cops keep watching so a nigga gotta move Yeah a nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do Faker than I get, that’s just how a nigga live Ass hole naked, yep that’s how I like my bitches In the kitchen it’s a party in the kitchen, it’s a party In that bitch celebrating cause we just cooked up some scarface [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Told them off the rip I was ambitious Got 2 or 3 cars full of bad bitches (truuuuee) Make that pussy work, yeah bitch I got that work Pot hit that fork then it's skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt Grind mode, grind mode counting money blind fold This right here is that real shit That look like some rhine stones, rhine stones, rhine stones We don’t like that fake shit God don’t like ugly so you need to get a face lift I display greatness, crib on 20 acres Louie V’s on court side of the lakers Please do not mistake us, my partner beat a murder trial We ain't seen shit we ain't heard of y'all Yeah I'm serving y'all niggas no ceramic Paid 500 dollars for my sneakers (trueee) Yeah I started with a Beemer, then I got a Porsche I ain't tryna front I fucked her on the porch [Hook] [Verse 3: NIPSEY HUSSLE] Back to back in these Benzes, v12 in my engines Riding around with my pistol, cuz if niggas try I'm gone kill 'em Fuck what niggas be talking about I got long clips and I chalk em out Poker face, I won't talk about it This war shit I'm all about it Look, these niggas know, on my grind and I'm getting dough Ain't a place I ain't been before I'm buying real estate and getting 10 a show No subliminals, I be fucking you niggas' hoes She look like a centerfold and she lick me like a envelope I'm in control, in the game, in my zone, on any stage And at this rate how I'm getting paid, I could be a millionaire any day More money, more problems Bought more guns so it's no problems, bro keep it And I'm so Slauson all money Pushaz we so poppin In grind mode, grind mode Used to do it for survival In the spot with those blinds closed I can chop a zone with my eyes closed Flip 2 pounds bought 5 more Hit the mall and bought fly clothes Drop the tank then I shine more 150 thou is what I sign for now thats -- [Hook]