Young Nigga Been Grindin' for days, I need my diamonds and gold Push keep on callin' my phone, love how I get em' and go Baby keep callin' my line, told her I'd call her right back I gotta' get to the bag, she love how i get to the cash I'm bout' to get to the bag, watch how i get to the cash I gotta get me a bag, she love how i get to the cash I'm bout' to get to the bag, watch how i get to the cash My baby said "daddy go get it", she love how i get to the cash Young Nigga been grindin' for days, road to the riches no breaks, used to get minimum wage, i hate to go back to them days i was on couch after couch, makin' two hundred a week, now the bands come in the mail i can make that in my sleep, workin' two jobs tell after hour tryna' live the american dream, i can't be washin' no dishes i know i'm a star and i knew that since i was a teen, washin' the pots for a nickel and dime Watchin' apollo on top of the rack, broski pulled up and said "fuck all the sleepin'" infronted the pack and i never looked back i took a hold of both of the quarters and came back to bro and i did it again, thats when the haters fell out of the sky and its funny enough cause we used to be friends maybe they know that their shorties a fan, maybe they know that ill soon be the man, million a year now they part of the pack lie on the floor like a bottle of xans Hold up from the shol' up now i draw the line niggas came broke down in like two years these hoes knew quicker than westbrook, hate me or love me it doesn't affect me cause imma' get mine either way learned from the og's and stuck to the book nothin' has changed except turnin' the page