out there grindin' (remix)

Lyrics

remix, remix, ha ha, is it cause them boys is out there shinin', maybe cause them boys is out there grindin', platinum pieces wid canary diamonds, the haters is talkin' but never mind them, i don't even push caine and i push the brain, ahead of the game, came in range, not the rover never pullin' over, smooth like hova gettin' older, not the mafia but the three six is parked outside, got you thinkin' how you got, left with a lincoln, me and flip on some new shit, we stayin' alive no bullshit, stick to the motto, pump a few bottles, fuck a few models, feel no sorrow, people said to slow my roll, but the bread's comin' fast and i know, that the platinum pieces keep me shinin', thinkin' of my mother keeps me grindin', entered the game at a young age, i'm on my own i'm out the cage, if you say i'm young and i can't get in, use a fake i.d. with a picture of my rim, twenty fours, might work, who knows, skillz on the track with a platinum rapper, pockets gettin' much fatter, i got, big rocks all in my cross, every night a different hoe i toss, you better check the facts check the stacks, y'all niggaz lost, how much my jewelry cost, just ask my nigga boss, it's winter time so you know the birds flyin' south, so spread it word of mouth, i'm tryna get 'em all, we from the clover nigga we gon' make it through the drought, got thirty in the vault, got fifty on my neck, a hundred on my wrist, three hundred on my check, five hundred on my benz, four hundred for my friends, we rollin' on lorenz, watch the spinners spin, we pimpin' hoes like ken, we never drink on gin, my records always spin, i gotta win nigga, no matter what the mood is, in a throwback saint louis, shinin' and grindin' these ain't no birds these is canary diamonds, so quit ya yappin', rappin' before i get to clappin', from the 2-1-4, 7-1-3 i stay on my q's stay on my p's, i do what i do i do it wid ease, so bitch please, the topic is, the fact that i'm shinin', windows down and yo i'm grindin', not the clipse but i got some clips, ten stacks, and i make a hit, then i flip to a brick and add a five, hit the block, now it's time to grind, pants saggin' money braggin', playin' a one coachin' a two, h-one, h-twos, flippin' a jag bounce in a coupe, from state to state, bitches to models, pop the bottle different zones, time zone, fire's on, whooo!, i'm in jacob zone, it's the remix, shinin', grindin', diamonds, never mind them, ha ha, that's how we do it man, lil flipper, underground legend, you gotta feel me, you gotta feel me, i ain't fuck off my budget, you gotta feel me, haha, whoo!