On My Grind Lyrics

I'm grinding, trying to get to the dough

She grinding on my dick and give me great throat

Momma named me Rahji, hoes call me goat

Foe five on Tyson belt, Louis Ve what I tote

What should I wear, Moncler or a Burberry coat

I never cared, especially if she doing the most

Po' up some drinks, let's celebrate let's make a toast

To great health and great wealth and these words that I wrote

Grinding four weeks straight, everyday feel like Monday

Except for when I get extra Pape on Sundays

Tuesdays and Thursdays really be my Fundays

But I'll never play around, bitch I am Grande

If we break up today then today is our done day

Your momma warned you about me, better listen to what mom say

Be careful when you fucking with me, I can hurt you in the worst ways

Blind to your feelings, fuck your best friend on your birthday

Every single time I fuck up dog I always pay the cost

Want the kids to look at me and say that's what it take to be a boss

Before a nigga started winning know a nigga took a loss

Before a nigga was wearing Balenciaga, I used to shop at Ross

Bitch I always had swag and bitch I always had the sauce

Have you catching feelings for real, hall of fame Randy Moss

All white teeth bitch I floss, no text back that's your loss

Bust down my neck it's a cross, different cars like Rick Ross

Different chains like Two Chains, say different chain like Tity Boy

Shout out to city boys

I stay up in my city boy

Smoking cookies chips ahoy, I get the head and I enjoy

I'm grinding I am have no choice, I'm grinding finally make some noise

Now I'm unstoppable and now I'm impeccable, the hate be detectable

I said the hate be detectable

I'm grinding, trying to getting to the dough

She grinding on my dick and give me great throat

Momma named me Rahji, hoes call me goat

Foe five on Tyson belt, Louis v what I tote

What should I wear, Monclear or a Burberry coat

I never cared, especially if she doing the most

Po' up some drinks, let's celebrate let's make a toast

To great health and great wealth and these words that I wrote

I'll tell you with straight face, look you in your eyes girl

To keep your shit exclusive, I keep my standards high girl and

That your bad business and now I realize girl

Can't even take you serious you full surprises

Hell, nah you can't be my bitch

Too busy grinding, trying to get rich and

It's perfect timing so it make since

Do it for the gang, it's for the whole mob

You know it ain't no thang, it's for the whole squad

Hella niggas say my name, but I don't know you

I was built for the fame, and you know

Got on straight drip, I rock it head to toe

And I got dopes in my body moving slow

Shit ain't seeming to get better so we roll up and we pour up and we go up