Lil Wayne – Grindin' (feat. Drake) Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Grindin' (feat. Drake) Lyrics
Grindin'
Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)
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    "Grindin'." - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)

    Album: Grindin' (feat. Drake) - Single
    Track No: 01
    Grindin’, grindin’
    Grindin’, grindin’
    Grindin’, grindin’
    Grindin’, grindin’
    I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’ I promise
    I fuck her until I get tired, retire, then come out retirement
    My girl like it rough she said “find me a diamond”
    Her body be grindin’
    Lord we be on every kind of narcotic
    That make us believe, when we lyin’, we honest, I love you
    Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers
    Too much dirty money when the colors
    Are washing the whites in the dryer my ****
    It ain’t rocket science just rockets
    I sleep in pussy not pajamas
    I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus
    Whew, I ain’t crazy, I’m krazy and all of my **** chaotic
    Dressed in all black like they gothic
    Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay
    Knock, knock, knock, anyone home?
    Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie
    I need a bitch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for **** that’s grindin’
    **** I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    Grindin’ for all my shit
    Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    I put time into all this shit
    Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    Perfect timing with all my shit
    I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    The feds be spying on all of us ****
    These hoes be lying to all of us ****
    I got news for the monogamous ****
    Yo' bitch fucking anonymous ****
    I done seen it all my ****
    'Cause these hoes seeing all of my ****
    'Cause what’s the hottest shit on these corners?
    That’s me and all my ****
    Grind for all this shit, I ain’t ever fall for that bitch
    'Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird
    Is like a medicine ball to that bitch
    We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch
    And you know what's stashed in that bitch
    These **** walk around with they chests out
    Like Janet Jackson and shit
    I’m sweatin’ grindin’ this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch
    Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven
    Ain’t got time to bond with no bitch
    Heard Jay Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit?
    The weed sticky, grind that shit
    Where I got it from? Nevermind that shit
    **** I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    Grindin’ for all my shit
    Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    I put time into all this shit
    Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    Perfect timing with all my shit
    I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    I got a new vision for all my shit (For all my)
    I don’t know what to call that shit (Don’t know what to call it)
    I know, I’m selling all of my cars
    I’m selling all of my watches
    I’m selling diamonds and all of that shit
    Realized I don’t need that shit (Don’t need it)
    I’m a different breed with this shit (Yeah)
    I’m tryna turn M’s to B’s in this bitch (Yeah)
    And I ain’t ever pay to be with no bitch (Woo!)
    I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed
    Fifty mill' in one room (Huh?)
    You, you could ask anyone out here who running the game?
    And they’ll tell you the truth, man, they tell you
    Oh look, they fuck with me now (Hey)
    I think they’re hearin' me now (Yeah)
    Someone said, "****, they takin' you seriously now"
    I’m like, "I think they just might be scared of me now"
    But it’s all good, **** wrong every day, **** wrong every day
    Gone, goin' to LA where I’m tryna get high and do a song every day
    Safe, we ain’t ever have to play it safe (Nope)
    I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe
    Then peek inside the safe and see I’m runnin' out of space
    Mothafucka, that’s grindin'
    **** I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    Grindin’ for all my shit
    Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    I put time into all this shit
    Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    Perfect timing with all my shit
    I’m grindin’ for all my shit
    Grindin’, grindin’ (Perfect timing)
    Grindin’, grindin’
    Grindin’, grindin’
    I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe
    Then peek inside the safe and say I’m running out of space
    Believe that
    Scoob, find another ooh-wop
    Tell them **** cool out
    'Cause it can be a mothafucking shoot-out
    Kidnap a ****, beat the truth out
    Moms pick the suit out
    Top floor, window he get threw out
    Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out
    Flying out the crew out, they flew out
    Invite 'em to my new house, my new house
    I’m fucking every night up in my new house
    'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin’
    I’m fucking every night up in my new house
    'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin’
    I’m fucking every night up in my new house
    'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I’m grindin’
    Twap, twap!
    Twap, twap!
    In the new house, we got the twap

    Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Lil Wayne, Matthew Jehu Samuels, A. Hernandez, Noel Fisher & Allen Ritter.

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