On The Grind

[Chorus: T-Streets]

Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage

I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet

I never was average, this rap shit automatic

And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it

Bitch I'm out this world

[Verse 1: T-Streets]

It's money money money, money money

Gotta get it, gotta spend it

Gotta have it, gotta stack it

Gotta flip it

The prodict, that's a profit

Gotta stretch it, gotta whip it

Got 4 up in the addic, 1 cooking in the kitchen

You niggas out of town, bitch I'm outer space

Young Mula, bitch I throw a stack up in your face

Big joker statis, and you niggas just a ace

31 charges, and I cancel every case

Strizzle get respect, especially in the streets

Danny Glover with the weapon, and Al Pacino with the heat

Been killing for too long, right now it's time to eat

Dreamin bout the chetter, make dollars in my sleep

[Chorus: T-Streets]

Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage

I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet

I never was average, this rap shit automatic

And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it

Bitch I'm out this world

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

2 Chainz!

OK I'm bout to take off, riding like a racecar

I'm out of this world, skipped that, spacebar

All this work I got, I could never take a day off

And I ain't talking bench press, but I get that weight off

And you niggas way off, tell me what you gon do

Microphone check, [?] hit you with that 1 2

Niggas saying they winnin, but we already won too

Box full of bullits, and I give you niggas 1 too

Hit you with the poker face, slide like a stolen [?]

You would think it's my birthday, how I'm blowin cake

Mink on, like I'm dead wrong

Smoking loud, Dr. Dre headphones

[Chorus: T-Streets]

Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage

I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet

I never was average, this rap shit automatic

And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it

Bitch I'm out this world