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I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes) How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? (shared guns) Sink's filled with dirty dishes Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up) Money machines count it then I wrap it up (Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up) Money machines count it then I wrap it up Grindin' hard just to pay the rent Poke me so they can make a sense Fuck it any time, piece I make a rent It's a job that I'm workin' on a niggas stretches Spilled my blood and tears in these streets My bitch I s as erotic, face is sweaty Let me catch you slippin' that you place your bets Get 'er on the all and play for sex This just to see that my pocket's swollen Stacks, stick it in tires IA7 is my road to riches, got road description (it's fire) Move up in the chump then a nigga shiver up When I pull in the dunk with the riders Fully automatic, full of static If a nigga wanna have it I'm a hit it with the fire Wutchu niggas really know about that? Grindin' on things he calls stats SongtexteLivin' with your home cause my house packed My mom would get it, have it all, have it bounced back Back stabbin', never been about that Black ratchet bearin' come about that I whip a child, I beat my case 25k and I bounce back It would be a bloody murder It's on the beat but they punch they burgers A hundred deep in the crowd, we turnt up Fuckin' freaks with the smutch would burn ya Real niggas that shoot for me Gotta kill niggas for they shoe money 10k and that's true money They talkin' bricks they packin', that's too funny I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes) How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? (shared guns) Sink's filled with dirty dishes Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up) Money machines count it then I wrap it up (Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up) Money machines count it then I wrap it up I've been grindin' hard since like the '90 somethin' Get money fuckin' hoes or call me stuntin' Take you fritz with some major chicks Big full arm will waste the shit Money, guns, ice glowin' Hold up to show how my night was goin' Imagine now how my life is goin' The bitch on one, all night she rollin' Scuffle kicks that need a new pair That time the minister bought 2 pair Just like we ball when I drop my top Man you niggas know this a new year Vamp all night when the day here All week then a nigga make 8 flips That's one more dim a seven day shift I grind hard like the lake rish All my ladies goin' down the drain To the learn how to cook 2 pounds of 'caine Swear to God that I felt my lane So my niggas called 22 counts of 'caine Damn, I swear to God it gets scary then (Spooky!) When I see the feds I get scared of them I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes) How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? (shared guns) Sink's filled with dirty dishes Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up) Money machines count it then I wrap it up (Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up) Money machines count it then I wrap it up Aus Songtexte Mania