Mind Of A Grinda - Cas

Yo my money was small, now my money is growin'

I throw that coke on the strip and make it look like it’s snowin'

Took my profit, went shoppin', spent a couple of dollars

Then hit the block out there poppin' and made it back in a hour

I’ve got the mind of a grinda, that’s right, the mind of a grinda

I’ve got the mind of a grinda, mi-mi-mind of a grinda

I think like a hustla, I put that on my mama

I’ve got the mind of a grinda, mi-mi-mind of a grinda

I was born to shine, money on my mind

And I’m doin' to crime but I ain’t doin' the time

Cookin' white, put my life on the line

I should have blue balls how I’m on the grind

I’m makin' the call, pickin' it up

Weighing it raw and I’m whippin' it up

Got a dutch of the green, I’m twistin' it up

Lean off codeine, I’m sippin' a cup

I’m ridin' around with the chick in the truck

She got some big tits and a butt

I’mma get my dick sucked, put the dick in her gut

I’m poppin' her off and then I’m droppin' her off

You wanna strip and you knockin' it off

And I’m the nigga that you coppin' it off

I’m coppin' this up and sellin' it hard

Tryn' no to get another felony charge

I get the coke, 10 birds at a time

And 20 pounds of the herb at a time

Even though I get paid from the words that I rhyme

I’m on the grind and that’s word to my mom

I’m still twistin' up Ganja, I’m still spittin' that China

I’m still pitchin' Madonna cuz I’ve got the mind of a grinda

I cook up the crack then cut the crack

Bag up the crack then bust the trap

Move the work faster than Busta rap

The hustla back, where the hustlers at?

I paid half price but I cop it whole

My pockets swole, too much guap to fold

Cuz the rockets sold, I make the profit

Then take the profit, start coppin' clothes

I stay shopin' and poppin' hoes

My cock is always getting mop and glow

Cuz I cup the rose, my watch is froze

And I roll a hose to pop oxies whole

The pocket roll that hurt your chest

I sip patrone, I’m getting stoned

I work the best when I’m on percocets

And these bitches can’t leave my dick alone

They call my phone and Twitter me

Like why you tryna get rid of me

I’m like go to hell with all that

Bitch fall back and don’t call back

They be all on my ball sack

Tryna give me that vagina

But I ain’t with all that drama cuz I’ve got the mind of a grinda

I pinch bills that fish scale when move that marijuana

Cuz I got the mind of a grinda, go-go-got the mind of a grinda

I wear LV, that double G, that Dolce & Gabbana

Cuz I got the mind of a grinda, go-go-got the mind of a grinda

My bank account got 2 commas but I walk around with that lama

Cuz I got the mind of a grinda, go-go-got the mind of a grinda

I fucked a chick, let her suck the dick but I’m not gon wine and dine her

Cuz I got the mind of a grinda, go-go-got the mind of a grinda