grind everyday (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Hahaha

Don't wanna buy, I wanna build

Was on the ground, now in the hills

First time around, she gettin' chills

Every verse like I'm payin' the bills

They come around, but how many real? (Uh)

Probably don't say how they feel (what?)

Probably gon' get me a bed

That's made out of hundreds, so sleep on a mill' (damn)

My company say I'm the president (yup)

I'm 'bout to go stay where you never been (yup)

I'm smokin' to stay in my element (yup)

Work hard, the bag is definite (uh)

These niggas talk, but they irrelevant (what?)

They don't even know what this level is (why?)

Got secret sauce, ain't tellin' it

Got kush to smoke, we melanin (yeah)

This the get stoned department (uh)

She took her panties off soon as the car got started (let's go)

200K, you could name drop it

Wouldn't be me if I ain't poppin'

Noticed you mad that my chain is on her (yeah)

She wanna know when the plane departin'

You know I stay on the grind, I'm up (every day), huh, yeah

They know my money is time, so I (must get paid), huh, yeah

Only one thing on my mind, don't care (what they say), what they say?

We roll it up (rollin' it up), anyway, yeah, yeah

We roll it up, roll it up anyway (roll it, roll it, roll it)

We roll it up, roll it up anyway (oh, oh)

We roll it up, roll it up anyway (roll it, roll it, roll it, yeah)

We roll it up, roll it up anyway

Took a Benadryl, I'm allergic to fake

I just constructed a podium

I'm 'bout to stand at the top so they know they place

I don't play sports, but it touch down

I got receivers pickin' up at the gate

Jet with a hundred and seventy pounds

I gotta smoke to match my weight, uh-huh

Burnin' this sage, uh-huh

Ridin' this wave, uh-huh

Know where I came from (where?)

Minimum wage, uh-huh

I can't go back, uh-uh (no)

Can't leave it to chance, uh-uh (no)

Ridin' the bus with a lottery ticket and quarters to scratch, uh-huh

This the get high department (yeah)

I'm not a human, I'm martian (uh)

I don't need oxygen, I just need smoke, give me the arson

A sack in the back and my girl told me that's her version of what heaven on earth is (right)

Don't put my feet on the surface, I'm on another level, floating on purpose

Take the ride, burnin' this rocket fuel that's getting me higher

Saint Laurent, up in the rocket ship, it don't get flyer