[Chorus: Paul Wall, Crys Wall & both]
I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down (Mh)
Puttin' paper in my pockets, grindin' all year 'round (Mh)
I'm on the block with the gangsters, stayin' ten toes down
I'm on the grind (I'm on my grind)
I'm on the grind all night 'til the sun come up (Yeah)
Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck (Oh)
I'm making moves, stacking paper 'cause I'm handlin' all
I'm on the my grind
I'm on my grind
Check me out, baby (Mh)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I got money on my mind, big Frank on my brain
Intoxicated by visions of chains and diamond rings
One thing here to obtain is fortune, forget the fame
Been ballin' since back in the game, been changin' the strings
These lames tend to complain, it's a goddamn shame
You think you flyer than a plane, but you washed up in the drain
Baby, pick the picture frame, it's all work no play
My hustle schedule is simply, all night, all day
I'm snappin' like paparazzi, I'm plottin' on Maserati
Been grindin' since lotty dotty, tryin' to earn that pay
Collectin' that green paper, I'm scheming and pulling capers
I'm giving these broads the vapers, from the fold to the tray
I'm on the grind
[Chorus: Paul Wall, Crys Wall & both]
I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down (Mh)
Puttin' paper in my pockets, grindin' all year 'round (Mh)
I'm on the block with the gangsters, stayin' ten toes down
I'm on the grind (I'm on my grind)
I'm on the grind all night 'til the sun come up (Yeah)
Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck (Oh)
I'm making moves, stacking paper 'cause I'm handlin' all
I'm on the my grind
I'm on my grind
Let me tell you a lil' bit 'bout myself

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
My hustle is Godzilla, my muscle is King Kong
My mind is Einstein, my flow is off the dome
My grind is dope feen, addicted to counting green
My money is Bill Gates, my ballin' is Yao Ming
I'm not impressed with bling, I'm more concerned with ching
Grinding since I was a teen, money over everything
See, I'm all about that paper stacks and bank rolls
The Lacs all fo's with drank cold and dank roll
Hustle is my hobby, inspired by Jonny Gotti, call me
Give me the wallet 'cause it's time to collect
VS up in the Johnny watch, shinin' so clear
The face look like a mirror, call it time to reflect
I'm on the grind
[Chorus: Paul Wall, Crys Wall & both]
I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down (Mh)
Puttin' paper in my pockets, grindin' all year 'round (Mh)
I'm on the block with the gangsters, stayin' ten toes down
I'm on the grind (I'm on my grind)
I'm on the grind all night 'til the sun come up (Yeah)
Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck (Oh)
I'm making moves, stacking paper 'cause I'm handlin' all
I'm on the my grind
I'm on my grind

[Verse 3: Freeway]
Okay, uh
Heavyweight champ of the [?], people's champ in the building
People love to have to do it again, so cherish the moment
I stand with the soldiers, but I'm the saw and you compare me to no one
Prepare for atonement
I'm through with takin' food from the bargain
On my grind like brakes to them bad rotors
This your last notice, keep it rollin' and get it poppin'
I take twelve houses, gettin' 'em poppin' like it's The Carter from like Rich Porter
Aaron Jones in the form of flowin'
You should grind harder, matter of fact grind smarter
You need to map it out, so you can get where you goin'
I got where I'm at by planning how to get where I'm goin'
And if a n***a ever try to approach us, we sparked it out, think
Y'all rappers are actors, we tyrants and pirates
Take your n***as to the plank, walk it out, drink
Atlantic Ocean punch, freeze another lunch
Grind all day until the sun darken out, hey
Y'all n***as take breaks, we goin' all out
And we ridin' the car out 'til it conked out
Then we cop up some more cars, we rap stars
It's the Roc, we birth n***as, then rock n***as
Lay a n***a down in his own house, then ride off
I'm connected, I pop off, then hide out (Yeah)
Down in Houston with Paul Wall, y'all all soft
Like my Gucci leather, y'all never [?]
I'm like look who's here, [?] I'm on my grind forever