10 G's - Killer Mike

10 G’s for blow to 30 G’s a show to orgies with hoes i never seen before, so x2

10 G’s for blow to 30 G’s a show to orgies with hoes i never --

Rubberband, rubberband, bet i count a

Make my man, make my man, brought your boy stacks

I’mma hit the country swear to god I bring the money back

All I got is balls and my word, nigga honor that

On my grind, on my grind, grinding through the winter time

I hope you bitches stacking 'cuz I’m balling coming summer time

They, a forty-nine

If you thirty and they flipping, bitch by now you’re wasting time

Get a job, DHL, FedEx, UPS

I can see your future nigga, it involves testifying

Thirty-three plus three, I’m on my grind

Thirty-three so am I

White girl, white girl, sitting right beside me

You can call her Coco and refer to me as Ice-T

Ice-T, Ice-T, I can get it nightly

It’s six in the morning when you broke niggas yawning

Thirty grand, thirty grand, just to be on TV screens

I went from slingin' through the winter to the spring

Now I’m winning and I’m doing spring

Like Pimp C and Bung B, I’m an underground king

Making underground money 'cuz I’m on my grind, dummy

Niggas ask me where I’ve been: making fucking money, dummy

Used to chopping grams homie, now I’m chopping syllables

And them crackers cut me checks and pay me some residuals

Independent, indipendent, making money on my own

Grind Time Official nigga, this the label that I own

Did 10 shows last month and bought another home

More than a million dollars, dropped that shit like it’s a microphone

That’s the shit that Mike is on, Mike is on that other shit

Ever city seems like Mike is with another chick

That’s ok 'cuz when I’m gone I know she on another dick

I know you don’t love me, bitch you on that bullshit