Grindtime - Kool John, Hbk Skipper

Making money make sense nigga

And I’m all about my grip ho

Man I ain’t never been no bitch nigga

So don’t ever play me for my dough

Only time for the grind nigga

Only time for the grind nigga

Only time for the grind nigga

Only time for the grind nigga

If you want my time, there’s a long line for it

Got no money, I got no time for it

Wasn’t about my money so you know a nigga ignored it

Shmop life of what a nigga sporting

LeBron 10s and some Tim’s, I don’t rock no Jordan’s

Giving these niggas hard bars like a fucking

That bitch cashed out, then I dashed out

Man I’m running to the money until it pass out (YEE!)

Bad mother fucker on my wallet, fresh up out the fucking closet

Man I need my daily deposit, so we was not fucking hottest

Told that bitch stop it, all my niggas to the top and we keep it shmopin

Keep my cold chain swinging, ain’t talking basketball

When a nigga banking, good weed keep me stinking

You need a verse, I need a budget

Money make sense and a nigga love it (YEE!)

Muscle car with the top up

Make promoters give me cash for me to pop up

Heart Breakers got the game locked up

Now your girl wanna kick it, this ain’t soccer

Grinding for awhile trying to make my city proud

Jamey in my cup, got my papers filled with loud

Haters jocking me, they mad cause we shut em down

They mad cause we getting money, we balling, you outta bounds

Placement all on your TV, your girlfriend paying to see me

You fuckers on trying to copy, we busy taking these meetings

Luxury where I’m lapping, she be rubbing it like a genie

So wet that I need a napkin, no fuck it I need a squeegee, uh

Kool John told a nigga flame up

Broke niggas mad always trying bring my name up

I fuck around and swoop ya dame up

Every since I came up, freaks trying lay up

Skipper