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t-streets - on the grind lyrics

[verse 1: t+streets]
it’s money money money, money money
gotta get it, gotta spend it
gotta have it, gotta stack it
gotta flip it
the prodict, that’s a profit
gotta stretch it, gotta whip it
got 4 up in the addic, 1 cooking in the kitchen
you n+ggas out of town, b+tch i’m outer sp+ce
young mula, b+tch i throw a stack up in your face
big joker statis, and you n+ggas just a ace
31 charges, and i cancel every case
strizzle get respect, especially in the streets
danny glover with the weapon, and al pacino with the heat
been k!lling for too long, right now it’s time to eat
dreamin bout the chetter, make dollars in my sleep

[chorus: t+streets]
b+tch i’m on the grind, i’m all about my cabbage
i’m out this world, i’m outter sp+ce, i’m on another plannet
i never was average, this rap sh+t automatic
and i’m the special man, i let you n+ggas have it
b+tch i’m out this world
[verse 2: 2 chainz]
2 chainz!
ok i’m bout to take off, riding like a racecar
i’m out of this world, skipped that, sp+cebar
all this work i got, i could never take a day off
and i ain’t talking bench press, but i get that weight off
and you n+ggas way off, tell me what you gon do
microphone check, [?] hit you with that 1 2
n+ggas saying they winnin, but we already won too
box full of bullits, and i give you n+ggas 1 too
hit you with the poker face, slide like a stolen [?]
you would think it’s my birthday, how i’m blowin cake
mink on, like i’m dead wrong
smoking loud, dr. dre headphones

- t streets lyrics

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