[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Grindin'! Grindin'!
Grindin'! Grindin'!
Grindin'! Grindin'!
Grindin'! Grindin'!
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I promise,
I fuck her until I get tired, retire and then come out retirement.
My girl like it rough, she said, ‘Find me a diamond!'
Her body be grindin'.
Lord, we be on every kind of narcotic
That make us believe, when we lyin', we honest, I love you.
Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan, to Tyson, to Myers,
Too much dirty money, when the colors
Are washin', the white's in the dryer, my n**ga.
It ain't rocket science, just rockets,
I sleep in pussy, not pajamas, grindin'.
I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus.
Whew, I ain't crazy, I'm krazy and all of my n**gas chaotic,
Dressed in all black like they gothic,
Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay.
Knock, knock, knock, anyone home?
Pop, pop, pop, pop, then we outtie.
I need a bitch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for n**gas that's grindin'.
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
N**ga, I'm grindin' for all my shit,
Grindin' for all my shit.
Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit,
I put time into all this shit.
I'm grindin' for all my shit,
I'm grindin' for all my shit,
Perfect timing with all my shit,
I'm grindin' for all my shit.
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
The feds be spyin' on all of us, n**ga,
These hoes be lyin' to all of us, n**ga,
I got news for the monogamous n**gas,
Yo bitch fuckin' anonymous n**gas.
I done seen it all, my n**ga,
‘Cause these hoes seein' all of my n**gas,
‘Cause what's the hottest shit on these corners?
That's me and all my n**gas.
Grind for all this shit, I ain't ever fall for that bitch,
‘Cause pickin' up the feather from a lovebird
Is like a medicine ball to that bitch.
We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch,
And you know what's stashed in that bitch,
These n**gas walk around with they chests out
Like Janet Jackson and shit.
I'm sweatin', grindin' this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch,
Fuck double o seven, I work twenty-four seven,
Ain't got time to bond with no bitch.
Heard Jay Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit?
The weed sticky, grind that shit,
Where I got it from? Never mind that shit.
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
N**ga, I'm grindin' for all my shit,
Grindin' for all my shit.
Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit,
I put time into all this shit.
I'm grindin' for all my shit,
I'm grindin' for all my shit,
Perfect timing with all my shit,
I'm grindin' for all my shit.
[Verse 3: Drake]
I got a new vision for all my shit,
I don't know what to call that shit,
I know, I'm sellin' all of my cars,
I'm sellin' all of my watches,
I'm sellin' diamonds and all of that shit.
Realized I don't need that shit,
I'm a different breed with this shit,
I'm tryna turn M's to B's in this bitch,
And I ain't ever pay to be with no bitch.
I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hangin' over my bed,
Fifty mill in one room. You, you could ask anyone out here,
Who runnin' the game? And they'll tell you the truth,
Man, they'll tell you.
Oh, look, they fuck with me now!
I think they hearin' me now.
Someone said, ‘N**ga, they takin' you seriously now.'
I'm like, ‘I think they just might be scared of me now.'
But it's all good, n**gas wrong every day, n**gas wrong every day,
Goin', goin' to LA where I'm tryna get high and do a song every day.
Safe, we ain't ever have to play it safe,
I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe,
Then peek inside the safe, and see I'm runnin' out of space.
Mothafucka, that's grindin'.
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
N**ga, I'm grindin' for all my shit,
Grindin' for all my shit.
Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit,
I put time into all this shit.
I'm grindin' for all my shit,
I'm grindin' for all my shit,
Perfect timing with all my shit,
I'm grindin' for all my shit.
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Grindin'! Grindin'!
Perfect timing.
Grindin'! Grindin'!
Grindin'! Grindin'!
I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe,
Then peek inside the safe, and say I'm runnin' out of space,
Believe that.
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Scoob, find another oo-wop,
Tell them n**gas cool out,
‘Cause it can be a mohafuckin' shoot-out.
Kidnap a n**ga, beat the truth out,
Moms pick the suit out,
Top floor, window he get threw out.
Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out,
Flyin' out the crew out, they flew out,
Invite 'em to my new house, my new house.
I'm fuckin' every night up in my new house,
‘Cause, bitch, I worked too hard for this new house, grindin'.
I'm fuckin' every night up in my new house,
‘Cause, bitch, I worked too hard for this new house, grindin'.
I'm fuckin' every night up in my new house,
‘Cause, bitch, I worked too hard for this new house, grindin'.
Twap, twap!
Twap, twap!
In the new house we got the twap!
