turn your smile on [Hook] [Chamillionaire] She's calling me, on my phone Telling me she's feeling freaky, her body's in need of me Hopping in on my
on my grind) It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it) Wooooooooooo (Swishahouse, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on my grind) It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on
'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth Cause I
riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth Cause I roll
I'd say [Z-Ro] Too many years, I done paid the price Why you gotta put all this, drama in my life And day after day, I'm on the grind for you Living
Bun B, Twista & Z-Ro) [Pimp C:] Uhh Hold up Comin' down Hold up Mm Smoke somethin' [Verse 1: Pimp C] Lately he been flippin' and, stayin' on the grind
struggle so I had to get out No doubt I'm bout my paper so I had to smash 150 on my dash So you know I'm rollin fast All about my cash [Z-Ro:] No weapon
Z-Ro:] Just like big hawk my cup is full of something bubblaaying and I'm on the boulevard acting uggglay but I'm not swangin in n out of my lane speakin
t got it like you do Boss. [Z-Ro:] I'm just ridin'. [Mya:] I'm just ridin'. [Z-Ro:] On my grind. [Mya:] On my grind. [Z-Ro:] I'm just ridin'. On my grind
a keep my gas in my tank Keep my money in my pocket I never leave it with hoes Put a ring on my own finger cause I sleep with Z-RO Homie I'ont giva fuck
flo, flo, flo [Z-Ro:] Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside I keep my mind on my money,
life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war! It be a bunch of drama on my block, my partner accidently shot his mama on my block! Tryin
get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride We
(feat. Pimp C, Spice 1 & Vicious) [Pimp C:] Uh, the damn place made me crazy I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies
was wanna shine Make enough money, just so I could support mine All the days of my life, I been on my grind Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime [Z-Ro
Z-Ro] I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've only got some Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun Rolling around in my
it's over with I crucify the crucial, with that legs on my shoulder shit Hypnotic, is my afrodesiac Make me keep on going and going, something like a duracel six pack Pardon my
and painted six, and the wrist frost bit They see a nigga on the grind, and he just won't quit I keep pumping and keep em jumping, on the tip of my dick
