On The Grind Paul Wall (Ft. Crys Wall & Freeway)

[Chorus: Paul Wall, Crys Wall & both]
I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down (Mh)
Puttin' paper in my pockets, grindin' all year 'round (Mh)
I'm on the block with the gangsters, stayin' ten toes down
I'm on the grind (I'm on my grind)
I'm on the grind all night 'til the sun come up (Yeah)
Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck (Oh)
I'm making moves, stacking paper 'cause I'm handlin' all
I'm on the my grind
I'm on my grind
Check me out, baby (Mh)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I got money on my mind, big Frank on my brain
Intoxicated by visions of chains and diamond rings
One thing here to obtain is fortune, forget the fame
Been ballin' since back in the game, been changin' the strings
These lames tend to complain, it's a goddamn shame
You think you flyer than a plane, but you washed up in the drain
Baby, pick the picture frame, it's all work no play
My hustle schedule is simply, all night, all day
I'm snappin' like paparazzi, I'm plottin' on Maserati
Been grindin' since lotty dotty, tryin' to earn that pay
Collectin' that green paper, I'm scheming and pulling capers
I'm giving these broads the vapers, from the fold to the tray
I'm on the grind