Grind
Ooh, aah, oh yeah got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind ooh, aah, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind
Fallin' out, ooh, down
Got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind
Oh, fallin' down, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind
I turn ‘em like Tina, I don’t tote ninas
But a nigga walked up and
Get served like subpoenas
And I ain’t broke neitha, I got a in between
So when I say about a million
What I mean is bitch fiend
I gotta keep grinding, my name Tony Hawk
‘Cause I grind with my boys
Sometimes at the park
A heavy-ass kid, easy on the cake
Until I got to New York
And I started losin’ weight
And when I say "weight, " I do mean "weight"
Now I'm thin like the line
Between love and hate
Cause I used to go skate nigga I’m paid
This kid don’t play like a high-top fade
I don’t get laid, I’m back at the studio
The closest girls get is
Watchin’ old Derrick videos
Girls don’t get it, say I work too much
Pass boo the cell phone and say, "Girl
Be in touch" but we won’t be in touch
I know that for sure
You ain’t in love with me, you like my décor
Christian Dior, pastel and Jack
If it’s in hot pink then it’s on my back
I’m young and I’m black and
The world is my oyster
Watchin’ Top Chef on my European sofa
These niggas so fake like an old toupee
So clear call this shit Blu-Ray
Ooh, aah, oh yeah got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind ooh, aah, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind
Fallin' out, ooh, down
Got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind
Oh, fallin' down, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind
Take me to a hospital, call me Ebola
And a nigga flow sweet, so I spit Coca Cola
And my boys sold boulders
But I gotta do it my way
We grindin' the same
But we usin' different pathways
Gotta make ends meet, a means to an end
And I hate seein’ niggas usin’ "grind
" for pretend cause this ain’t pretend
And I ain’t pretendin’
We eatin’ out late like I
Hang with the gremlins
Call David Geffen, we about to switch places
The game is a hold, got a pocket full of aces
Boy, I’m a phenom, I can’t be stopped
Had my RA pager on my first day at 30 Rock
Headed for big things like
I’m runnin’ Salma Hayek
Four Seasons plus no more work at the Hyatt
I’m fly and I’m high like a pilot
But you can’t see me like an eyelid, vibin’
Uh
Ooh, aah, oh yeah got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind ooh, aah, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind
Fallin' out, ooh, down
Got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind
Oh, fallin' down, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind
Got to get on my grind