| I see you live for the money, yeah yeah yeah
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| Grind hard when you about that money, hard yeah oh
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| Tomorrow ain’t promised to ya
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| So you grind hard for that money, grind hard oh
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| Just don’t lose your soul
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| Don’t play with my money, don’t play with my family
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| Long as me and you got that same understanding, yeah yeah
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| Always put God first
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| But let me be the first to tell you prayer work better with action
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| I got family to feed, bills to pay
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| So much sh*t to do it ain’t enough time in a day
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| Responsibilities gon' always overrule
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| Priorities gon' always overrule, is you a damn fool?
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| I love to see these young brothers reach they full potential
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| Don’t just watch, people, get out here and do it with us
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| It’s funny when the money come, they wanna spend it wit’cha
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| Grinding mean hard work and nobody wanna get it wit’cha
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| I see you live for the money, yeah yeah yeah
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| Grind hard when you about that money, hard yeah oh
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| Tomorrow ain’t promised to ya
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| So you grind hard for that money, grind hard oh
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| Just don’t lose your soul
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| Check it
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| The key to having a successful grind
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| Is waking up with no alarm clock, mashing and putting in the time
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| Them bills be coming full blast to get me
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| So if I’m loaded up with work, I can’t come back until the bag is empty
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| You ready to get that action, ain’t ya?
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| But silence’ll maintain ya ‘cause real Gs will never glorify they gangsta
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| Your whole objective is to feed the team
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| We just tryna see some green even if we gettin' it by illegal means
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| You want the money and we pursue it as well
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| I chase it and run it down like a cheetah do a gazelle
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| But just understand your cash don’t mean a thing if you ain’t patient
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| Baby grind his whole crumbs, the real ones rebuilding nations
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| I see you live for the money, yeah yeah yeah
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| Grind hard when you about that money, hard yeah oh
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| Tomorrow ain’t promised to ya
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| So you grind hard for that money, grind hard oh
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| Just don’t lose your soul
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| Ok, you just a kingpin, braggin' how yo dollars grow
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| Shoppin' at the Galleria, kids at the dolla sto'
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| Cuffin' on some stripper h*e, your baby-mama in a cab
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| Your children on a lunch plan but you and crackin' crabs
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| Your son is a hoop star but you don’t make it to his games
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| Your daughter on the Twitter feed, #mydadislame
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| Coming home from work late, lying ‘bout the overtime
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| And then you wanna hit her when she find a G to hold it down
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| It’s been a change in the game plan
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| Yo baby-mama and yo kids done moved in with yo main man
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| Caught up in the trap life, tryna be like Meech and them
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| Don’t worried ‘bout them kids at home, your favorite rapper teachin' them
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| The streets done called your name out, you can’t ride through your own hood
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| The real you done came out, you too fly for your own good
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| Nobody wanna chill with you, you next in line to catch a slug
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| And that ain’t sh*t that grown men do, you crossed the line and messed the plug
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| I see you live for the money, yeah yeah yeah
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| Grind hard when you about that money, hard yeah oh
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| Tomorrow ain’t promised to ya
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| So you grind hard for that money, grind hard oh
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| Just don’t lose your soul |