Boy I Grind lyrics

Intro:
Yeah, Ha
Yo its the D-O Double R (Yes Sir)
Dorrough Music (Yeah Buddy)
PrimeTime Clique, b*tch

Chorus:
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow

Verse 1:
Say, I heard there's a fire, fire, somebody yell fire
So damn fly that n*ggas put me on they flyers
Prior, and no i'm no liar
I'm grinding like i'm riding on four flat tires

Book me for a show, I'll work, for hire
Book me for a show, big faces I require
Cause boy I'm fire, sizzlin, cracklin
Plus I grind like two hoes wrestlin'

Quick to spit verses like reverends
Grind like [?]
25/8 f*ck 24/7
When do I sleep, really ain't no tellin'
I'm the 411 like April, 11th
Yeah I'm from the south
Where n*ggas get street money
Im from the south
Where n*ggas get deep money
Im from the south
We get money, keep money
Long money, speak money, take you out to eat money

Chorus:X2
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow

Verse 2:
Boy I grind like a skater, I grind for the paper
Ride around in 20-29 navigators
Lil mama fine but I ain't time to just date her
She mad cuz Im a dog, and I dont even know her maker

Taking risks like a knife spinning [?]
Where n*ggas who step pour papers
And all i know is hustlers, ballers, and haters

And most of you n*ggas played out like [?]
Got me yellin faker, faker, my n*gga youz a faker
[????]
Watch, you better hope yo b*tch dont break ya
Heres a tip do not go where the money dont take ya

Jelousy, I ain't trippen because I get money and got money
And I ain't trippen because I stacked up and stocked money
And some people called the country boy a crop money
Big money, shop money, buy it off the lot money

Chorus:X2
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow

Verse 3:
If you get cold, I get hotter
Where ever I go yo b*tch gunna follow
Yeah boy yo b*tch my pinta
Beat that pus*y just like pintas

As I get hot, you get colder
I stack paper like 5 star folders
Put cho b*tch legs over my shoulder
Beat that pus*y just like I suppose to
Lou, ash a poo, make it pop like mountain dew
Stand tall like mountain dew
Make a million then count a few

(Boy I grind, like boy I, boy I)

And really on that bull sh*t
But i got through to the hound of you
Dope n*ggas get dope money, show n*ggas get show money
Pimp n*ggas get hoe money, grown n*ggas get no money

One man can get a lot of money
But more n*ggas get more money
I cry without a 95
I f*ck around and get cho money

Chorus:X2
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I)
Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow