Grind

Ooh, aah, oh yeah

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Ooh, aah, oh yeah

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Fallin' out, ooh, down

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Oh, fallin' down, oh yeah

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

I turn ‘em like Tina, I don’t tote ninas

But a nigga walked up and get served like subpoenas

And I ain’t broke neitha, I got a in-between

So when I say about a million what I mean is bitch fiend

I gotta keep grinding, my name Tony Hawk

‘Cause I grind with my boys sometimes at the park

A heavy-ass kid, easy on the cake

Until I got to New York and I started losin’ weight

And when I say “weight,” I do mean "weight”

Now I'm thin like the line between love and hate

Cause I used to go skate

Nigga I’m paid,

This kid don’t play like a high-top fade

I don’t get laid, I’m back at the studio

The closest girls get is watchin’ old Derrick videos

Girls don’t get it, say I work too much

Pass boo the cell phone and say, "Girl, be in touch"

But we won’t be in touch, I know that for sure

You ain’t in love with me, you like my décor

Christian Dior, pastel and Jack

If it’s in hot pink then it’s on my back

I’m young and I’m black and the world is my oyster

Watchin’ Top Chef on my European sofa

These niggas so fake like an old toupee

So clear call this shit Blu-Ray

Ooh, aah

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Ooh, aah, oh yeah

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Take me to a hospital, call me Ebola

And a nigga flow sweet, so I spit Coca Cola

And my boys sold boulders, but I gotta do it my way

We grindin' the same, but we usin' different pathways

Gotta make ends meet, a means to an end

And I hate seein’ niggas usin’

“grind,” for pretend

Cause this ain’t pretend, and I ain’t pretendin’

We eatin’ out late like I hang with the gremlins

Call David Geffen, we about to switch places

The game is a hold, got a pocket full of aces

Boy, I’m a phenom, I can’t be stopped

Had my RA pager on my first day at 30 Rock

Headed for big things like I’m runnin’ Salma Hayek

Four Seasons plus no more work at the Hyatt

I’m fly and I’m high like a pilot

But you can’t see me like an eyelid, vibin’, uh

Ooh, aah

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Ooh, aah, oh yeah

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Fallin' out, ooh, down

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Got to get on my grind

Oh yeah