[Intro: Paul Wall]
I get up early and get it before the crack of dawn
And I'm still out when the sun set getting my hustle on
I'm grinding all day long to keep my paper long
I got my mind on paper chasing, my focus strong
Mind elevated, so my game is upgraded
Now its money in the pocketk all day like tom brady
And even when the weather outside gets cold
Ima stay on patrole to keep my bill fold swoll
[Chorus: Marty James]
Even when its cold outside, the sun got gutter
By the clouds in the sky, it stay hot like summer
I grind .... ooohhh ...
I still grind ... yeaaaahh...
Even when the well runs dry, I see my struggle
Ain't a day go by, that I don't hustle
I grind .... ooohhh ...
I still grind ... yeaaaahh...
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
The oven doors shut, but I still smell cake
The stench is too high, I ain't pumping my brakes
The paper is so large, it can change a man's faith
I with David Taylor every year changing the plates
See I wake up extra early just to bleed these streets
From Gut bank to Debrees tell em to gimme a piece
I got the bricks up on my tail just to fall in love
But we just whip em and toss em up like a ticket stub
They say money can't buy me love and that's true
But money can buy me drugs so I'm cool
10 dollars can buy the clipse slugs for these tools
That'll cock, and ready to let loose on these fools
I get up early and get it before the crack of dawn
And I'm still out when the sun set getting my hustle on
I'm grinding all day long to keep my paper long
I got my mind on paper chasing, my focus strong
Mind elevated, so my game is upgraded
Now its money in the pocketk all day like tom brady
And even when the weather outside gets cold
Ima stay on patrole to keep my bill fold swoll
[Chorus: Marty James]
Even when its cold outside, the sun got gutter
By the clouds in the sky, it stay hot like summer
I grind .... ooohhh ...
I still grind ... yeaaaahh...
Even when the well runs dry, I see my struggle
Ain't a day go by, that I don't hustle
I grind .... ooohhh ...
I still grind ... yeaaaahh...
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
The oven doors shut, but I still smell cake
The stench is too high, I ain't pumping my brakes
The paper is so large, it can change a man's faith
I with David Taylor every year changing the plates
See I wake up extra early just to bleed these streets
From Gut bank to Debrees tell em to gimme a piece
I got the bricks up on my tail just to fall in love
But we just whip em and toss em up like a ticket stub
They say money can't buy me love and that's true
But money can buy me drugs so I'm cool
10 dollars can buy the clipse slugs for these tools
That'll cock, and ready to let loose on these fools
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