[Hook]
Grind don't stop
I be tryna get mine off top
Baby gon grind on top
Baby, please
Baby, gon grind on top of me
Baby, please
Don't lie, had to let ya know

[Verse 1]
If ya talk about whipping, I got work fo' years
I took fifty racks, bought sum' veneers
Smile at 'em hatas, hope ya see me clear
Had to let ya know, act up, I let ya go
When the fiends start to come
Is when my dreams die wit Martin
They won't buy ya soup when you're alive
But they'll buy ya flowas in that car
Started wit Max B. Out in Harlem
Had to let ya know, act up I let em go
Spend 100 racks behind that velvet road
Had to let ya know, act up, I let ya go

[Hook]
Grind don't stop
I be tryna get mine off top
Baby gon grind on top
Baby, please
Baby, gon grind on top of me
Baby, please
Don't lie, had to let ya know

[Verse 2]
Well connected, well respected
Mighty dolla & that armor kept me well protected
All weapons concealed, no evil shall prosper
To the mighty 1, riding wit my shotgun
I show ya 'em cars, I show ya 'em broads
I show ya 'em chains, I show ya 'em scars
Started wit a thought, cuz we ain't have a lot
Always knew I'd be a star, maybe an astronaut

[Hook]
Grind don't stop
I be tryna get mine off top
Baby gon grind on top
Baby, please
Baby, gon grind on top of me
Baby, please
Don't lie, had to let ya know