Testo Get Up and Grind - HoodRich Pablo Juan
Testo della canzone Get Up and Grind (HoodRich Pablo Juan), tratta dall'album Designer Dope Boyz
I'm sayin'
One thing you, like, long as you got legs, I'ma run to this money, man
I got hands, but they ain't for no handout, I get up and grind for mine
(Danny, I see you)
Gotta get up and grind, ain't doing no whining
I'm done came out the dirt, now I shine like a diamond
They're hating ain't working, you know they start lying
Can't tell her nothing, she know that she fine
VVs on me dancing like they was Prime Time
Know when I fuck her, I'm tryna cover it like a wonton
Eat it at 12, it's lunchtime
Big old baguettes and you just a lil' crouton
Get up and grind, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, get up and grind
I done been locked up, gotta run all these racks up, can't be wasting no time
Yeah, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, get up and grind
She tell me it's mine, I know that she's lying, my dripping divine, this shit, you can't find
I just want bankrolls (Yeah)
Damn, that ass swole (God damn)
She's freaky, she just like me
So I get what I want, and she don't tell me no (I get what I want)
I need a napkin, shawty be wet (She wet)
AMG Benz, it feels like a jet (Like a jet)
Young nigga ball like they're calling for rent (Baller)
I went too crazy, I fucked her on the set (Go crazy)
Walked into Nieman's, I'm blowing a check (Blow that)
Louis V, Chrome Heart, Cartier specs (Louis V)
Hoodrich, it's a money set (Hoodrich)
Damn, girl, I ain't know you had ass like that
Down, set, hut, she throw it like a quarterback
Up on the internet, you know I ordered that (I ordered that)
I need less hate and more sex (More sex)
Gotta get up and grind, get a check (Get up and grind)
You ain't grinding, what the fuck is you doing?
Ain't about money, what're you talking 'bout? (What you say?)
Run up the money as long as I got legs
I don't work, but I'm working it out (I'm working it out)
Light skin, flip her inside out (Inside out)
Pull up in the Benz, jump out (The Benz)
I don't need friends, I'm just chasing the money, nigga, I ain't chasing no clout
Gotta get up and grind, ain't doing no whining
I came out the dirt, now I shine like a diamond
They're hating ain't working, you know they start lying
Can't tell her nothing, she know that she fine
VVs on me dancing like they was Prime Time
She know when I fuck her, I'm tryna cover it like a wonton
Eat it at 12, it's lunchtime
Big old baguettes and you just a lil' crouton
Get up and grind, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, get up and grind
I done been locked up, gotta run all these racks up, can't be wasting no time
Yeah, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, I get up and grind, get up and grind
She tell me it's mine, I know that she's lying, my dripping divine, this shit, you can't find
I got them racks in the Goyard
No matter what, go hard
Get up and grind
Nigga don't wanna see me shine
Yeah, yeah, they don't wanna see me shine
Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Angel Flores Curtidor, Hajrudin Dzudza, Sterling Pennix Jr
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