Letra de On My Grizzy
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(Hook)
One thing that you gotta know
Getting money is my only principle
One thing that you gotta know
Getting money is my only principle
'Cause I don't got time for the faking or the hatin
I don't be baking but you know I be caking it
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
(Verse 1)
I'm just another young nigga on the grind
They hatin me 'cause I don't stop like the time
Girls up the way I run my filter's fine
So they want me like a very famous golden line
Going over time gotta make these dollars multipy
Stayin fly but on the reals it's do or die
Ego supersize fuck a shy bitch funny times right
Y'all did not better call the credit line
You's a broke nigga you a joke nigga never poke niggas
We all know your ass is weak nigga
You keep bringing beef and I'm always ready to eat dinner
Hungry as a motherfucker I'm a stick figure
Trying to be a young rich nigga cash off the ask
If the bank tell us just the way I'm blowing money fast
Girl don't gotta ask me to throw dollars and watch her dance
And she be tellin' me if the only thing you shoot is blank
(Hook)
One thing that you gotta know
Getting money is my only principle
'Cause I don't got time for the faking or the hatin
I don't be baking but you know I be caking it
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
(Verse 2)
I'm on sun top while y'all niggas fell off
Every guiness fuck this review clean to my balls
Make her suck me like Halls in the bathroom stall,
But nah I would never take her to the mall
That's your middle class chick on my skyscrapper dick
But that ass be quite thick so I tell her shake that thing
She called mid chicks slow mo, move it like your money bro
My money flow so sick niggas want me and catch it
My dollars be partying while haters be willing
I'm chilling on an island so reflecting on my diamonds
Sipping on grape goose on a diet, flyers coming pilot
Hoes seen my plain dick and wanna ride it
Can't deny this like acceptance
I'm back with a vengence I show you all pretending
Fuck a fake friend where were you when I was broke bitch
Seems like you gotta go burn paper to get noticed
(Hook)
One thing that you gotta know
Getting money is my only principle
'Cause I don't got time for the faking or the hatin
I don't be baking but you know I be caking it
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
(Verse 3)
Watch you check in the airport
Head to LA then Tamport
They chasing that paper
Like a dog attacking the mailman
These haters be watching
So I do shit that just shook 'em
Like driving a ferrari in a video
Now they all say I'm awesome
Bet I got 'em talking like
How much did that cost em?
These girls wanna fuck me while all our old friends wanna rob us
Over my dead cock and bet to stick the block and bitch I'm ballin
This smart girl give me brain, call it too much naggin
Plus I note to stretch next like an ostrich
Shit that line got the club rocking
Chicks getting topless, my mind is a porno flick
If you intoxicated , send you on a fucked up trip
If you sleep you might fall in a ditch
When I switch up flow four knows to bow down like a low blow
Feel it in their souls like we in the fucking Death Note
Now they know that Ferg ain't no fucking joke
(Hook)
One thing that you gotta know
Getting money is my only principle
'Cause I don't got time for the faking or the hatin
I don't be baking but you know I be caking it
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I don't be baking but you know I be caking it
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
(Verse 1)
I'm just another young nigga on the grind
They hatin me 'cause I don't stop like the time
Girls up the way I run my filter's fine
So they want me like a very famous golden line
Going over time gotta make these dollars multipy
Stayin fly but on the reals it's do or die
Ego supersize fuck a shy bitch funny times right
Y'all did not better call the credit line
You's a broke nigga you a joke nigga never poke niggas
We all know your ass is weak nigga
You keep bringing beef and I'm always ready to eat dinner
Hungry as a motherfucker I'm a stick figure
Trying to be a young rich nigga cash off the ask
If the bank tell us just the way I'm blowing money fast
Girl don't gotta ask me to throw dollars and watch her dance
And she be tellin' me if the only thing you shoot is blank
(Hook)
One thing that you gotta know
Getting money is my only principle
'Cause I don't got time for the faking or the hatin
I don't be baking but you know I be caking it
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
(Verse 2)
I'm on sun top while y'all niggas fell off
Every guiness fuck this review clean to my balls
Make her suck me like Halls in the bathroom stall,
But nah I would never take her to the mall
That's your middle class chick on my skyscrapper dick
But that ass be quite thick so I tell her shake that thing
She called mid chicks slow mo, move it like your money bro
My money flow so sick niggas want me and catch it
My dollars be partying while haters be willing
I'm chilling on an island so reflecting on my diamonds
Sipping on grape goose on a diet, flyers coming pilot
Hoes seen my plain dick and wanna ride it
Can't deny this like acceptance
I'm back with a vengence I show you all pretending
Fuck a fake friend where were you when I was broke bitch
Seems like you gotta go burn paper to get noticed
(Hook)
One thing that you gotta know
Getting money is my only principle
'Cause I don't got time for the faking or the hatin
I don't be baking but you know I be caking it
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
(Verse 3)
Watch you check in the airport
Head to LA then Tamport
They chasing that paper
Like a dog attacking the mailman
These haters be watching
So I do shit that just shook 'em
Like driving a ferrari in a video
Now they all say I'm awesome
Bet I got 'em talking like
How much did that cost em?
These girls wanna fuck me while all our old friends wanna rob us
Over my dead cock and bet to stick the block and bitch I'm ballin
This smart girl give me brain, call it too much naggin
Plus I note to stretch next like an ostrich
Shit that line got the club rocking
Chicks getting topless, my mind is a porno flick
If you intoxicated , send you on a fucked up trip
If you sleep you might fall in a ditch
When I switch up flow four knows to bow down like a low blow
Feel it in their souls like we in the fucking Death Note
Now they know that Ferg ain't no fucking joke
(Hook)
One thing that you gotta know
Getting money is my only principle
'Cause I don't got time for the faking or the hatin
I don't be baking but you know I be caking it
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
I'ma grind ,on my grizzy ye you know I get busy
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