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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Battles
Mark Battles
Songwriter
Bacari Hunter-Cole
Bacari Hunter-Cole
Songwriter

Lyrics

Bitch I'm outchea grindin Bitch I'm outchea grindin Bitch I'm outchea grindin Grind (Grind) Bitch I'm outchea grindin Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Stackin bread we shinin (Yeah) Diamonds lit they blindin (Blindin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Young n rich in this bitch we ridin Bitch I'm outchea grindin Money route late night ridin Stay lit keep shit live (Hold up) Bitch that why we shinin You lame hoes stay off my line No time for socializing (No time) Young b cole on dat fuck shit That's a myth like breathing diamonds Won't catch me in no grimy whip That charger ghostly slidin Ideal in my swiss time Now that's twenty k plus I'm blindin Block I'm town prince Respect mine that off top (Off top) Been known for toting them big knots We pop tags no thrift shop (Hold up) Pop tags no thrift shop Nigga pop tags no thrift shop This real verses that fuck shit Call it season kick off My squad hard like beastmode's This hip hop shit too soft Street politics so serious Yo game sleep you fucked off (Bow) We outchea trap work ethic Shit get hectic you ducked off Bankroll season these lames heated Gotta keep that gli-nock tucked off Tryna have dat bank teller tongue tied Like how many numbers I'm readin off That'll have a nigga Main bitch mesmerized Money machine broke I can't turn the ringer off like Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Bitch I'm outchea grindin (Grindin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Stackin bread we shinin (Yeah) Diamonds lit they blindin (Yo) Stackin bread we shinin (Ohhh) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Stackin bread we shinin (Shinin) Young n rich in this bitch we ridin Look (Yo) I'm out here working overtime When you start off from the bottom You supposed to grind Try for what Won't ever find a flow As cold as mine (No) Treat this shit like world war two Because we throwing bombs bitch You better run it hot All my guys gon fuckin slide Dat maserati dumb inside She love to drive (Woo) Just like megatron it come alive (Yeah) Always been that nigga But now it's publicized I'm out here workin like a surgeon Really came from nothin (Uh) Now we bussin and we splurgin Put a bounty on yo head And I ain't come to clean the surface My hustle reaffirmed it man My life just needed purpose Yo Now we runnin up these damn Checks Had to get my money up Was sick of all the damn stress Ask if I'm the one I responded to her ma'am yes Always had the plan I just had to take the damn steps Bitch I'm outchea grindin (It's battles) Bitch I'm outchea grindin Bitch I'm outchea grindin Stackin' bread we shinin Bitch I'm outchea grindin Bitch I'm outchea grindin Bitch I'm outchea grindin Stackin' bread we shinin Stackin bread we shinin Stackin bread we shinin Stackin bread we shinin Diamonds lit they blindin Stackin bread we shinin Stackin bread we shinin Stackin bread we shinin Young n rich in this bitch we ridin
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