Lyrics

B. Jones (KP on the track) Grind mode Uh-oh, oh no They know, grind mode Move fast (move fast) Too slow (too slow) Unload (ooh) grind mode Get to the bag, get to the paper Get to the money, grind mode (grind mode) Get to the cash, you'll see it later Come in and run it, grind mode (run it) I get the bag, I get the paper I get the money, grind mode I know that she fine, but a dollar worth more than a dime I'm in grind mode 2018 comin' with the flame, you know we startin' it right (ah) Brodie' is pumpin' the beat B. Jones is pickin' it up and he givin' it life KP is up on the feat, DC on route (whoo) yeah, team synchronized Bringin' the crowd to they feet, should be on their knees Why we blessin' the mic? (Buss) Buss Down be shinin' at night, diamonds too bright Lookin' like Sunny Delight (whoo) You know I PJ the flight Might take off tonight, check if the temperature right We might just land in Dubai Look to the sky, damn, all my beats fly Takin' my piece of the pie Don't look surprised, all of my bank accounts rise Lookin' at shorty she fine (yeah, shorty she fine) Yeah, she a dime But I can't pay her no mind (can't pay her no mind) Too focused on grind No, I can't give her my time (can't give her my time) Tell her to wait in the line Not in my prime but I shine, Optimus Prime Tell 'em to all get behind ('hind, 'hind) Uh-oh, oh no They know, it's grind mode Move fast (move fast) Too slow (too slow) Unload (whoo), it's grind mode Get to the bag, get to the paper Get to the money, grind mode (grind mode) Get to the cash, you'll see it later Come in and run it, grind mode (run it) I get the bag, I get the paper I get the money, grind mode I know that she fine, but a dollar worth more than a dime I'm in grind mode Yeah, yeah (what?), I gotta go get a bag (ooh) I need my loot off the cash (ooh) How 'bout the "Let's get a Jag?" (ooh) Run it man, run it up fast (huh) Chomp it up, stomp on the gas (huh) Already top of my class (huh) You on, but that's in the past I get the beat then I spazz part of my swag, yeah, check up the stats I turn it up to the max, countin' my racks (yeah), turn 'em to ash Me and Zo still in our stash, yeah, what? Really y'all don't know the half Summer was really a draft, I worked on my craft This time, and I blew up this track Hop out and pop out, your sisters are stutterin' Bigger the bankroll, the ru-ru-ru-, rubber band You still below me, you turn to an underman Me and Zo silent, we have the world wonderin' (huh) ZO2, DC, yeah Back again, don't leave Stack it up, I need the green I'm grindin', I got somethin' planned that you will not believe (like bands) Uh-oh, oh no They know, it's grind mode Move fast (move fast) Too slow (too slow) Unload (whoo), it's grind mode Get to the bag, get to the paper Get to the money, grind mode (grind mode) Get to the cash, you'll see it later Come in and run it, grind mode (run it) I get the bag, I get the paper I get the money, grind mode I know that she fine, but a dollar worth more than a dime I'm in grind mode
Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Kenneth Taylor, Christopher Steven Brown, Briane Jones, Lonzo Ball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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