[Hook]
Gotta get it... [x3]
I gotta get it
Girl you gotta grind
I'mma put it down, gotta get mine
But you gotta get it, girl you gotta grind
I'mma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get mine
I'mma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get mine
I'mma put it down, I gotta get mine
[Verse 1]
I'm on the road to success, I strive to be the best
I never settle for less, if I'm broke I can't rest
A hustler in the flesh, and I'm smokin on the best
Cause I deal with lots of stress, out here in this paper quest
I'm makin progress, so I'm blessed, oh yes
And I'mma get it to my last dying breath, then its in peace I rest
I'm working with that bread like a chef when he cook
Now I'm back to flippin paper like I'm reading a book
Staying real with your partners that's a real good look
But when your cash stash low all your boys get shook
I been searching for that paper like its Natalie Holloway
8 days a week, plus I grind on holidays
There ain't no excuse for these boys to be broke
I know some hustlers in wheelchairs, we get it til we croak
From south pole, to south Post Oak, I gotta stack them C notes
So listen up close
Say I gotta get it
Gotta get it... [x3]
I gotta get it
Girl you gotta grind
I'mma put it down, gotta get mine
But you gotta get it, girl you gotta grind
I'mma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get mine
I'mma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get mine
I'mma put it down, I gotta get mine
[Verse 1]
I'm on the road to success, I strive to be the best
I never settle for less, if I'm broke I can't rest
A hustler in the flesh, and I'm smokin on the best
Cause I deal with lots of stress, out here in this paper quest
I'm makin progress, so I'm blessed, oh yes
And I'mma get it to my last dying breath, then its in peace I rest
I'm working with that bread like a chef when he cook
Now I'm back to flippin paper like I'm reading a book
Staying real with your partners that's a real good look
But when your cash stash low all your boys get shook
I been searching for that paper like its Natalie Holloway
8 days a week, plus I grind on holidays
There ain't no excuse for these boys to be broke
I know some hustlers in wheelchairs, we get it til we croak
From south pole, to south Post Oak, I gotta stack them C notes
So listen up close
Say I gotta get it
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