selfish grind Songtext
von Westside Webb
selfish grind Songtext
(What up Uce)
Yeah, c′mon
Look at my brown skin joint
The way that Webbie be talking, yeah, I done got her so moist
Yeah, just off my voice
We the get money boys
By choice, not force, get this money like a sport
Way back in 15, we had toys n'em
Stayed down with my loyal friends
Still remember them days, in that Intrepid couldn′t afford a Benz
Stayed down and got to it, now I look up like I got more than them
Got money like Ford n' them
Hood niggas on the Forbes list
Got money like Richie, why the fuck would Seddy quit?
Boy, this shit get too intense
I done paid my dues, I done tossed them alley-oops, I can't assist
Time to get a lil′ selfish with this grind
I ain′t goin' back down, ain′t wastin' no time, shit on my mind, I swear
Different lifestyle, shit gettin too wild
On the flip side, yeah, the whips out, numbers beatin
Different jersey, different numbers on the team, now
A different shine when we represent the team, now
Yeah, been on my selfish grind, I′m into that
Yankee sign on my fitted cap
These niggas be suckas, sold they sold for a lil' 300 racks
Yeah, this shit be crazy
And you know that shit don′t faze me
And we still got foreigns on the pavement
Ask Poly Boy all the shit you been doin' Nigga, we done been, did that
Nigga, we done been, had racks
Mansions with the pools in the back
Shots at the swim-up bar, naked bitches swimmin' laps
Probably think it′s just rap, but I′m really speakin' facts
Yeah, back on my shit again, I′m built to win
Niggas wanna talk about money, Me and Uce engines been on twinny-twin
Downtown Diamond District, me and bro copped the roleys for like 50 cent
My rose and bros was piss
So Way Out been had shit lit
Got money like Richie, why the fuck would Seddy quit?
Boy, this shit get too intense
I done paid my dues, I done tossed them alley-oops, I can't assist
Time to get a lil′ selfish with this grind
I ain't goin′ back down, ain't wastin' no time, shit on my mind, I swear
Different lifestyle, shit gettin too wild
On the flip side, yeah, the whips out, numbers beatin
Different jersey, different numbers on the team, now
A different shine when we represent the team, now
Yeah, c′mon
Look at my brown skin joint
The way that Webbie be talking, yeah, I done got her so moist
Yeah, just off my voice
We the get money boys
By choice, not force, get this money like a sport
Way back in 15, we had toys n'em
Stayed down with my loyal friends
Still remember them days, in that Intrepid couldn′t afford a Benz
Stayed down and got to it, now I look up like I got more than them
Got money like Ford n' them
Hood niggas on the Forbes list
Got money like Richie, why the fuck would Seddy quit?
Boy, this shit get too intense
I done paid my dues, I done tossed them alley-oops, I can't assist
Time to get a lil′ selfish with this grind
I ain′t goin' back down, ain′t wastin' no time, shit on my mind, I swear
Different lifestyle, shit gettin too wild
On the flip side, yeah, the whips out, numbers beatin
Different jersey, different numbers on the team, now
A different shine when we represent the team, now
Yeah, been on my selfish grind, I′m into that
Yankee sign on my fitted cap
These niggas be suckas, sold they sold for a lil' 300 racks
Yeah, this shit be crazy
And you know that shit don′t faze me
And we still got foreigns on the pavement
Ask Poly Boy all the shit you been doin' Nigga, we done been, did that
Nigga, we done been, had racks
Mansions with the pools in the back
Shots at the swim-up bar, naked bitches swimmin' laps
Probably think it′s just rap, but I′m really speakin' facts
Yeah, back on my shit again, I′m built to win
Niggas wanna talk about money, Me and Uce engines been on twinny-twin
Downtown Diamond District, me and bro copped the roleys for like 50 cent
My rose and bros was piss
So Way Out been had shit lit
Got money like Richie, why the fuck would Seddy quit?
Boy, this shit get too intense
I done paid my dues, I done tossed them alley-oops, I can't assist
Time to get a lil′ selfish with this grind
I ain't goin′ back down, ain't wastin' no time, shit on my mind, I swear
Different lifestyle, shit gettin too wild
On the flip side, yeah, the whips out, numbers beatin
Different jersey, different numbers on the team, now
A different shine when we represent the team, now
Writer(s): Sedrick Burden, Branden Webb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
