Birdman - Grindin' Making Money Lyrics

This my 9 to 5, still livin' all that I like
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money

I grind all day gettin' money
Damn, it take all day to count the money
I'm in the freezer neck full of iceicles
I'm a dime you other chickas need a nickel

Who that in the Phantom?
(Kimmy)
Or maybe in that Mazarati or that S1-50 or in that Bulgatti
You can't [unverified] with me

I do this for my niggas on the grind
And never be another me, what you out your mind?
I get it poppin' when it's money on the line
Damn, I dropped the house on my wrist for the shine

Louboutin, Fendi, Dior all the time
I snitched in the Louis store, yeah, I dropped the dime
Got baby and big daddy slim on the line
The way that we ball I'm sayin' is a crime
But we don't really care, I continue gettin' mine
'Cause this my 9 to 5

All day this my 9 to 5, still livin' all that I like
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money

All day this my 9 to 5, still livin' all that I like
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money

Back on my stunna sh*t, flyer with a extra clip
Flyer in the new whip, ball hard the matchin' whip
Keep my shorty with me sh*t, make sure she flip that sh*t
Ride around deliver sh*t, get some of this money sh*t

Hustle all the time and she shine when we hit the b*tch
Ball ever night in the club like we do this sh*t
Uptown soldier know how I roller
Brought a tour overseas now she all over

Hurricane hit that b*tch, now we had to do that sh*t
Bounce right back in my hood with some new sh*t
Everyday sunshine keep my tool all the time
Blowin' out the pound everyday the money on the grind

All day this my 9 to 5, still livin' all that I like
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money

All day this my 9 to 5, still livin' all that I like
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money

Ay yo, innie, mennie, minnie, moe
I'm pi-pi-pickin' hoes
To pucker up and kiss my ass under the mistletoe

Yes, I am about my cake, just call me Animan
I keep a gentleman, first nine Benjamin
Don't mess with Washington, don't mess with Abraham
Patty cake, patty cake, better get the bakers man

Frosted flakes is on my fingers, fruity loops is on my wrist
Fruity pebble, Barbie pendant, don't forget to ice my kiss
Now where my girls at? That stack money
That young money, that cash money
I work the red carpet, you clean the red carpet
Go get your vacuum, don't you get me started

All day this my 9 to 5, still livin' all that I like
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money

All day this my 9 to 5, still livin' all that I like
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money
Grindin' making money