Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Up and Grind, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Date of issue: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Up and Grind |
| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| One thing you, like, long as you got legs |
| Imma run to this money, man |
| Got hands, nigga, for no handout |
| Imma get up and grind mine |
| (Danny, I see you) |
| Gotta get up and grind, ain’t doin' no winin' |
| I came out the dirt, now I shine like a diamond |
| They hatin' ain’t workin', you know they start lyin' |
| Can’t tell her nothin', she know that she fine |
| VV’s on me, dancin' like they was prime time |
| She know when I fuck her, I’m tryna |
| like |
| Eat her at twelve, it’s lunch time |
| Big ole' baguettes and you just a lil crouton |
| Get up and grind, I get up and grind |
| I get up and grind, I get up and grind |
| I done been locked up |
| Gotta run up these racks up |
| Can’t be wasting no time, yuh |
| I get up and grind, I get up and grind |
| I get up and grind, I get up and grind |
| She tell me it’s mine, I know that she lyin' |
| My drip is divine, this shit you can’t find |
| I just want bankrolls (Yeah) |
| Damn, that ass swole (Goddamn) |
| She freaky, she just like me |
| So I get what I want and she don’t tell me no |
| I need a napkin, shawty be wet (She wet) |
| AMG Benz, it feel like a jet |
| Young nigga ballin', they callin' for |
| I went to crazy, I fucked up the set |
| Walked into Nemans, I’m blowing a check |
| Louie V, Chrome-heart, Cartier specs |
| Hoodrich, it’s a money set |
| Damn girl, I ain’t know you had ass like that |
| Down, set, hut, she throw it like a quarterback |
| Shop on the internet, you know I ordered that |
| I need less hate and more sex |
| Gotta get up and grind, get a check |
| You ain’t grindin', what the fuck is you doin'? |
| Ain’t about money, whatchu' talkin' bout'? |
| (What you say?) |
| Run up the money as long as I got legs |
| I don’t work but I’m working it out |
| Light skin, flip her inside out |
| Pull up in the Benz, jump out |
| I don’t need friends |
| I’m just chasin' the money nigga, I ain’t chasin' no clout |
| Gotta get up and grind, ain’t doin' no winin' |
| I came out the dirt, now I shine like a diamond |
| They hatin' ain’t workin', you know they start lyin' |
| Can’t tell her nothin', she know that she fine |
| VV’s on me, dancin' like they was prime time |
| She know when I fuck her, I’m tryna |
| like |
| Eat her at twelve, it’s lunch time |
| Big ole' baguettes and you just a lil crouton |
| Get up and grind, I get up and grind |
| I get up and grind, I get up and grind |
| I done been locked up |
| Gotta run up these racks up |
| Can’t be wasting no time, yuh |
| I get up and grind, I get up and grind |
| I get up and grind, I get up and grind |
| She tell me it’s mine, I know that she lyin' |
| My drip is divine, this shit you can’t find |