Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen
Niggas better stay in line, when
(Ahhh)
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles, other hand on my nickel
Niggas better stay in line, when
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
And I just wanna let y'all know
Grindin'!
(Whooof)
Four and a half will get you in the game
Grindin'!
Niggas better stay in line, when
Filthy, the word that best defines me
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
(Whooof)
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
(Ahhh)
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
(Ahhh)
And disguised in this rap so the Feds back up
Even Eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
On or off the track, I'm heavy 'cuz
Grindin'!
Cocky, something that I just can't help
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
(Ahhh)
Niggas better stay in line, when
Grindin'!
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
(Grinding!)
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
(Ahhh)
I move 'caine like a cripple
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
Grindin'!
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
While Pharrell keep talking this music shit
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Lose your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin'
(Grinding!)
Grindin'!
Grindin'!
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Benz convoys with the wagon on the side
My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
(Ahhh)
Grindin'!
Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
(Ahhh)
Grindin'!
Grindin', when you know what I keep in a linin'
(Grinding!)
I'm Grinding
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
Anything less is just a goddamn shame
Grindin'!
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
The world is about to feel
That they've never felt before, c'mon
So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
(Ahhh)
(Whooof)
(I'm yo' Pusha)
Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could duck to the fetti govs
(Whooof)
Grindin', when you know what I keep in a linin'
(Ahhh)
Grindin'!
(Ahhh)
(Whooof)
I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am
Grindin'!
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
(Ahhh)
Grindin'!
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a linin'
(I'm yo' Pusha)
I'm just grinding man, y'all never mind me
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
I'm the neighborhood Pusha
Something
And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
From days I wasn't able there was always caine
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a linin'
(Ahhh)
Balance weight through the hood
Grindin'!
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
Grindin'!
(Ahhh)
(Whooof)
Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack
I'm grindin' Jack
(Ahhh)
(Whooof)
Man, I make a buck, why scram?
(Ahhh)
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Of Pharrell from the Neptunes
Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
(Whooof)
