feat. Z-Ro, Lil' Flex, Buddah Man) [Hook:] I've got to stack my paper daily, (on my grind) Keeping ways this crooked game can pay me, (on my mind) On
my wrist all froze So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy Do the damn thang, do the damn thang A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Tuesday That Spike Lee's on Wednesday 23 in my Benz eh You know I love them 6?s especially on my bitches 13?s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your
she chasin me. I'm right where I wanna be, With da B on my bentley, Da horse on my lambo, Crown on my cadalac, Checks on my air max. Haters, better fall
hotties and they seduce my Jimmy I'll be screamin gimmie body Make em all scream my name out gimmie my props and don't ya love how this Thug nigga beat
my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck
up in corrections? They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find
they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle The women on my
flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy r 50 Check my logic, smokers don't
drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 1] Summertime white porche carrera is milky Im on the grind let my paper
you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I
money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay wit' my nine I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth Talkin
close and lay a nigga's kin) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get
My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change
I stay on the grind Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, this ain't
pop nuttin' You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (huh) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I'ma run up on
ready to go (OKAY!) [Chorus x2] [Bridge: 50 Cent] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my crews My
