Fes Taylor - On Grind Lyrics
[Fes Taylor]I said, matter of fact, Cadillac, ***** an Ac'You on some Pharrel shit, you wearing trucker hatsAnd how you fit a stack inside of your tight jeansPocket full of green and chain mean, call it ice creamSleep all day, party, play the night sceneYou front on my niggas, homey that's a nice dreamI mean a nightmare, and we don't fight fairWe'll jump a nigga right out his Nike Air'sThe mall crib, sit on the terrace and write thereView of the projects, I spend my life hereBled on the corner, I take the head of informersPut 'em on lightpoles, after the dice rollsTook a one year break, I'm still nice, thoughI was buying grams at a '94 price, whoaTwo albums done, bout to throw two mixtapes outTwo days apart, just to break the chartsWhile you was home waiting for a record dealI'm in the streets, trapped in, making record dealsSo it's easy to me, I just laugh at you niggasTrying so hard to feel us, steel last[Chorus 4X: Fes Taylor]Money on my mind (mind)Money on my mind (mind)Money on my mind (homey, I'm on my grindI'm getting paper, nigga, and you a hater, nigga)
