Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind Of A Grinda, artist - Cas. Album song Mayhem, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.03.2013
Record label: TSM
Song language: English
Mind Of A Grinda |
| Yo my money was small, now my money is growin' |
| I throw that coke on the strip and make it look like it’s snowin' |
| Took my profit, went shoppin', spent a couple of dollars |
| Then hit the block out there poppin' and made it back in a hour |
| I’ve got the mind of a grinda, that’s right, the mind of a grinda |
| I’ve got the mind of a grinda, mi-mi-mind of a grinda |
| I think like a hustla, I put that on my mama |
| I’ve got the mind of a grinda, mi-mi-mind of a grinda |
| I was born to shine, money on my mind |
| And I’m doin' to crime but I ain’t doin' the time |
| Cookin' white, put my life on the line |
| I should have blue balls how I’m on the grind |
| I’m makin' the call, pickin' it up |
| Weighing it raw and I’m whippin' it up |
| Got a dutch of the green, I’m twistin' it up |
| Lean off codeine, I’m sippin' a cup |
| I’m ridin' around with the chick in the truck |
| She got some big tits and a butt |
| I’mma get my dick sucked, put the dick in her gut |
| I’m poppin' her off and then I’m droppin' her off |
| You wanna strip and you knockin' it off |
| And I’m the nigga that you coppin' it off |
| I’m coppin' this up and sellin' it hard |
| Tryn' no to get another felony charge |
| I get the coke, 10 birds at a time |
| And 20 pounds of the herb at a time |
| Even though I get paid from the words that I rhyme |
| I’m on the grind and that’s word to my mom |
| I’m still twistin' up Ganja, I’m still spittin' that China |
| I’m still pitchin' Madonna cuz I’ve got the mind of a grinda |
| I cook up the crack then cut the crack |
| Bag up the crack then bust the trap |
| Move the work faster than Busta rap |
| The hustla back, where the hustlers at? |
| I paid half price but I cop it whole |
| My pockets swole, too much guap to fold |
| Cuz the rockets sold, I make the profit |
| Then take the profit, start coppin' clothes |
| I stay shopin' and poppin' hoes |
| My cock is always getting mop and glow |
| Cuz I cup the rose, my watch is froze |
| And I roll a hose to pop oxies whole |
| The pocket roll that hurt your chest |
| I sip patrone, I’m getting stoned |
| I work the best when I’m on percocets |
| And these bitches can’t leave my dick alone |
| They call my phone and Twitter me |
| Like why you tryna get rid of me |
| I’m like go to hell with all that |
| Bitch fall back and don’t call back |
| They be all on my ball sack |
| Tryna give me that vagina |
| But I ain’t with all that drama cuz I’ve got the mind of a grinda |
| I pinch bills that fish scale when move that marijuana |
| Cuz I got the mind of a grinda, go-go-got the mind of a grinda |
| I wear LV, that double G, that Dolce & Gabbana |
| Cuz I got the mind of a grinda, go-go-got the mind of a grinda |
| My bank account got 2 commas but I walk around with that lama |
| Cuz I got the mind of a grinda, go-go-got the mind of a grinda |
| I fucked a chick, let her suck the dick but I’m not gon wine and dine her |
| Cuz I got the mind of a grinda, go-go-got the mind of a grinda |