FES TAYLOR Lyrics
"On Grind"

On Grind / Fes Taylor[Fes Taylor]I said,
matter of fact, Cadillac, fuck an Ac'You on some Pharrel
shit, you wearing trucker hatsAnd how you fit a stack
inside of your tight jeansPocket full of green and
chain mean, call it ice creamSleep all day,
party, play the night sceneYou front on my niggas,
homey that's a nice dreamI mean a nightmare,
and we don't fight fairWe'll jump a nigga right out
his Nike Air'sThe mall crib,
sit on the terrace and write thereView of the projects,
I spend my life hereBled on the corner,
I take the head of informersPut 'em on lightpoles,
after the dice rollsTook a one year break,
I'm still nice, thoughI was buying grams at a '94 price,
whoaTwo albums done, bout to throw two mixtapes outTwo
days apart, just to break the chartsWhile you was home
waiting for a record dealI'm in the streets,
trapped in, making record dealsSo it's easy to me,
I just laugh at you niggasTrying so hard to feel us,
steel last[Chorus 4X: Fes Taylor]Money on my mind
(mind)Money on my mind (mind)Money on my mind
(homey, I'm on my grindI'm getting paper, nigga, and you a hater, nigga)