On The Grind by Ro Kapone Lyrics
[Intro: Ro Kapone & Geek Boy]
I lied when I said I was coming
I did it
*All I'm thinking bout is this money*
I just want the money
[Chorus: Geek Boy]
All I'm thinking bout is this money
I'm on my grind to get it
Little mama say I be running through her mind
Just 'bout a mile a minute
She say that we don't spend enough time
That's 'cause I'm trying to get it
Money calling I can't miss a dime
Trying to get us out of them trenches
[Verse 1: Ro Kapone]
She say I stay on her mind
Told her take it one day at a time
I'll be there soon as a nigga get time
You know I got to stay on the grind
Pretty pussy pink panther
Money calling got to answer
Get in that pussy throw a tantrum
Poured a deuce in the Fanta
She called my phone I ain't answer
It's killing her like cancer
I can't lay up you got to understand
That shit that you kicking I can't comprehend
She my James Porter I'm her Tarzan
She said "I love you" I told her "stop playing"
All I do is think about the money
Went to sleep dreamed about it
Seven thousand feet from the church
I came up from public housing
Had a dream I woke up in a coupe
With yo' bitch and his bitch at the same time
Vince Carter in the kitchen
Dope jumping out the pot
An it got hang time
What would you do for this paper?
Never asked nobody for no favors
I can't help I'm dripping flavor
Plug send them P's by the acre
[Chorus: Geek Boy]
All I'm thinking bout is this money
I'm on my grind to get it
Little mama say I be running through her mind
Just 'bout a mile a minute
She say that we don't spend enough time
That's 'cause I'm trying to get it
Money calling I can't miss a dime
Trying to get us out of them trenches
[Verse 2: Ro Kapone]
Fucking with you too time consuming
Made up my mind came to conclusion
We ain't on the same page this shit is confusing
All that back and forth shit is getting confusing
Depending on what you spending
I'll be there in a minute
Running plays like Emmitt
Before you judge me look where I came from
The mother fucking trenches
The money keep calling I can't ignore it
What the fuck was you thinking?
That don't make sense
She told me she love me I told her don't force it
I kept it hundred with her told her I ain't shit
Me and you we don't have the same vision
I got three daughters I need a tuition
Look at the streets and what these mother fuckers did to me
I see shit from a different dimension
Cut these niggas off amputation
I ain't really got the time for niggas
I swear to God these niggas animated
I swear I don't wanna be around these niggas
Marshall Faulk on the scale that's a zip
I can't fold that ain't how I was built
I just took yo' little bitch on a trip
Joog and finesse out the whip
[Chorus: Geek Boy]
All I'm thinking bout is this money
I'm on my grind to get it
Little mama say I be running through her mind
Just 'bout a mile a minute
She say that we don't spend enough time
That's 'cause I'm trying to get it
Money calling I can't miss a dime
Trying to get us out of them trenches
I lied when I said I was coming
I did it
*All I'm thinking bout is this money*
I just want the money
[Chorus: Geek Boy]
All I'm thinking bout is this money
I'm on my grind to get it
Little mama say I be running through her mind
Just 'bout a mile a minute
She say that we don't spend enough time
That's 'cause I'm trying to get it
Money calling I can't miss a dime
Trying to get us out of them trenches
[Verse 1: Ro Kapone]
She say I stay on her mind
Told her take it one day at a time
I'll be there soon as a nigga get time
You know I got to stay on the grind
Pretty pussy pink panther
Money calling got to answer
Get in that pussy throw a tantrum
Poured a deuce in the Fanta
She called my phone I ain't answer
It's killing her like cancer
I can't lay up you got to understand
That shit that you kicking I can't comprehend
She my James Porter I'm her Tarzan
She said "I love you" I told her "stop playing"
All I do is think about the money
Went to sleep dreamed about it
Seven thousand feet from the church
I came up from public housing
Had a dream I woke up in a coupe
With yo' bitch and his bitch at the same time
Vince Carter in the kitchen
Dope jumping out the pot
An it got hang time
What would you do for this paper?
Never asked nobody for no favors
I can't help I'm dripping flavor
Plug send them P's by the acre
[Chorus: Geek Boy]
All I'm thinking bout is this money
I'm on my grind to get it
Little mama say I be running through her mind
Just 'bout a mile a minute
She say that we don't spend enough time
That's 'cause I'm trying to get it
Money calling I can't miss a dime
Trying to get us out of them trenches
[Verse 2: Ro Kapone]
Fucking with you too time consuming
Made up my mind came to conclusion
We ain't on the same page this shit is confusing
All that back and forth shit is getting confusing
Depending on what you spending
I'll be there in a minute
Running plays like Emmitt
Before you judge me look where I came from
The mother fucking trenches
The money keep calling I can't ignore it
What the fuck was you thinking?
That don't make sense
She told me she love me I told her don't force it
I kept it hundred with her told her I ain't shit
Me and you we don't have the same vision
I got three daughters I need a tuition
Look at the streets and what these mother fuckers did to me
I see shit from a different dimension
Cut these niggas off amputation
I ain't really got the time for niggas
I swear to God these niggas animated
I swear I don't wanna be around these niggas
Marshall Faulk on the scale that's a zip
I can't fold that ain't how I was built
I just took yo' little bitch on a trip
Joog and finesse out the whip
[Chorus: Geek Boy]
All I'm thinking bout is this money
I'm on my grind to get it
Little mama say I be running through her mind
Just 'bout a mile a minute
She say that we don't spend enough time
That's 'cause I'm trying to get it
Money calling I can't miss a dime
Trying to get us out of them trenches