[Intro: RMC Mike]
Bitch

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
S580 with the paper tags
I had to leave my bitch with her ungrateful ass
Let's have a cookout, don't make me break the glass
Brodie showed me how to hustle, now I make it fast
You down to your last ten, better make it last
I'm trying to triple up again when I shake the bag
I cut off a couple friends just to shake the past
I'm getting every dollar I can just to make a bag
We on Collins doing one-sixy in a Porsche, n***a
Dead body in the trunk, yeah, it's a corpse, n***a
Ghetto Boyz run the city, yеah, of course, n***a
I had to get it out the streets, you on thе porch, n***a
I told P them diamond links might blind a bitch
I gave that ho some Perky dick, now you can't find the bitch
The way she blow up on my mic, I might sign the bitch
No, we didn't blow up overnight, it took time for this

[Chorus: RMC Mike]
Million-dollar grind, million-dollar vision
I been grindin', takin' care of million-dollar business
Came a long way from sellin' dope and hoppin' fences
Now we on top of our class, ain't no competition
Million-dollar grind, million-dollar vision
I been grindin', takin' care of million-dollar business
Came a long way from sellin' dope and hoppin' fences
Now we on top of our class, ain't no competition
[Verse 2: Peezy]
We the top of our class
We do not come in last, we get bags and we hop on n***as' ass
We buy brand new 'Vettes and we drive 'em real fast
And we fly private jets, jump in Sprinters when we land
Big muddy cup of oil in my hand
The promoter pay me thirty to perform for the fans
Shit, I'm grindin', bitch, I'm tryna make the Forbes if I can
We streaming now, but it started out with clientele
My n***a made a million from a cell
Over here, we close million-dollar deals and just chill
Ain't no service on my phone, I'm in Cali in the hills
Had roaches in the crib where I live, now look at Phil
Plain jane 'Dweller, bust down Patek
But Peezy fell off if you let them n***as tell it
Don't believe it, I've been fuckin' on they bitches, gettin' cheddar
I'ma make sure every time they see me that I'm doing better
'Cause, bitch, I got a

[Chorus: RMC Mike]
Million-dollar grind, million-dollar vision
I been grindin', takin' care of million-dollar business
Came a long way from sellin' dope and hoppin' fences
Now we on top of our class, ain't no competition
Million-dollar grind, million-dollar vision
I been grindin', takin' care of million-dollar business
Came a long way from sellin' dope and hoppin' fences
Now we on top of our class, ain't no competition