On The Grind

East Coast nigg* if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast
East Coast nigg* if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast

JT Money
I want the jackpot
The gats, the yachts, the fat knots, the big house
And fly girls I can dig out
I need a room for every day of the week
But right now it's kinda hard tryin to stay on my feet
I gotsta hide it
Dolla bill dreams of a poor HUSTLA
And I get's money wit no BUSTA
That's why I dont fk wit a lot of
Cuz hoe foul out bout gold diggerz
See im a nigg* tryin to get by
Get high
And get that money right so I can get fly
I want the finer (???) skins the leathers
Wake up every mornin wit 2 b*tchez in bed
Im high foreva
Lazer beams guard my door
Champagne bottles on the floor from the nite before
Da money man be's the illest
I mean foreallist
Killa gets hot man like phillis

talking
Hey you J you know we gotta put it down baby
Know what im sayin
We gotta put it down for the 9-9 know what im sayin
You gonna put it down
Chorus
Keepin my mind over matter
People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
It's about all who you know
Pound for pound
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here

JT Money
E'verthangs addictive sex, drugs and gamblin
Fat chunks, fly cars, b*tchez and gun handlin
goin out for the goods dont believe me
Im tryin to move on up like Georgia Wheezy
But s**t aint easy
E'verythangs a hustle
Cracka's out to rush you
out to touch you
Camoflauge down but never camoflaug'n
Out on the grind tryin to bump fed charges
Information be leakin
Bullets heat seakin
93 hour peepin
Nowadays i be creepin
It's a god d*mn shame how dis game make a nigg*
Always see in benzo's, lexo's, lac's and figga's
And fly as* b*tchez out for the witchin
But aint no thang here b*tch you cant get dis
But when you get dis
There's plenty more to earn
When you got fast loot in your pocket dat s**t burn

Talking
Ay yo BI
You know what im sayin
You got dem and dem hoes out there
Yryin to come up off of you
You know what im sayin
Chorus
Keepin my mind over matter
People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
It's about all who you know
Pound for pound
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here

Talking
Yo boy you been puttin it down for 10 years now
Know what im sayin
It's yo time to shine now
So all y'all wannabe's need to step back baby
There ya go
You got the keys to the benz
Keys to the house
Know what im sayin
Got 3 MILLION in the trunk
And you know I got you some of the poudy
For you to smoke on the way where ever you wanna go
And put it down any state, round the world, nationwide baby

JT Money
I came up so now a nigg* sittin on butt
Nowadays when you see me im in nothin but plush
Luxary auto
Get loose my motto
I sip and sw*llow
bubbles right from the bottle
Cript joint the follow
They get me nice
Girlies lose they site from starrin at the ice
Got grip like a vice
Pockets stay fat
All my in da PIP holdin gats
My mob is thick e'vrybody sittin on cheese
Wit fly as* b*tchez wit tricks up they sleeve
Da boys burnin trees and fonto leaves
b*tchez wanna skeeze for honey bees and g's
But naw fcK them hoes
A nigg* cant stand em
Flow get low when them hoes leave you stranded
Naw fk dat s**t b*tch get out on the ground
I aint tryin to spend s**t ima hold on to mine
what?

Chorus
Keepin my mind over matter
People walkin 'round talkin that chit chatter
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here
It's about all who you know
Pound for pound
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
Aint nothin goin on but the rain around here (2X)