[Intro: Paul Wall]
Statik Selektah (Are you willin'?)
Money time
Mean it's time to get that money
But that money don't fall from the sky though, man, you got to go get it man (Are you willin'?)
You got to set all the bullshit aside that don't mean shit
You got to flush it out your brain, man, and focus on what's really important, man
What you got to do, you got to do it (Are you willin'?)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
That fake shit so thick that you could smell it (Smell it)
But I'm the one that's fake, let you tell it (Tell it)
Pathological liars like to embellish ('Bellish)
The game is kinda wily like Marcellus ('Cellus)
Jealous ones tend to have excuses why they failin' (Failin')
But I'ma keep it moving, I ain't buying what you sellin' (Sellin')
People asking questions know too much and now they tellin' (Tellin')
But nowadays everybody know about it, spillin' (Spillin')
Beat the case, I'm dancin' in the day time like I'm Ellen (Ellen)
This some top-tier indica right here that we inhalin' ('Halin')
I don't respond to trollin' so they mad, now they yellin'
But my mind is preoccupied, the grind is compellin' ('Pellin')
Short attention span, I need to check my cerebellum ('Bellum)
A long day's work, top it off by getting melon (Melon)
Keep my pockets swellin', stackin' M's I'm good with spellin' (Spellin')
Even in the winter time you'll never catch me chillin' (Chillin')
'Cause I would rather go out there, grind and make a killin' (Killin')
I already ate but I'll never get my fillin' (Fillin')
Diamond fill-in, fuck feelings, I just want the millions (Millions)
I just play the cards I'm dealt, I don't do the dealin' (Dealin')
I just do collections, homie, I don't handle billing
I just put in work and grind, I ain't into stealin' (Stealin')
The world is yours, you could have it all, floor to ceilin'
But to get it all you gotta give it all, are you willin'? (Are you willin'?)
[Chorus: Termanology, Mia Jae & Paul Wall]
Are you willin'? Are you willing to grind to get rich?
Put in overtime, be ready to get the chips
Break the P's down and bust it down to zips
Hustle around the clock, be ready to take them trips
Are you willin'? Are you willing to grind to get paid?
If they ever raid, deal with whatever came
The sun and the shade, the joy and the pain (Yeah)
The snakes in the grass you see when you self-made

[Verse 2: Termanology]
That fake shit be so real, you gotta duck it
Let them haters say what they want, I'm like, "Fuck it"
The type of pain I've been through, they couldn't stomach
Drug wars through four summers with more gunners
Gold nuggets all on my hands like the eighties
Fresh ice every year, I'm Tom Brady
Friends turn to haters and now they act flaky
Like a pit when you get a new baby, they turn shady
These boys lazy, that's why their bank accounts shaky
Relying on ladies like being broke is gravy
I'm thinking like Jay-Z, I'm tryna get them M's
Then trying to get them B's, they tryna get them Z's
I put it down with the packs, they gave me paranoia
Pounds in the Panamera way before Pandora
You know the aura, just grind and be patient
And never mind the hate, just use it as motivation
[Chorus: Termanology, Mia Jae & Paul Wall]
Are you willin'? Are you willing to grind to get rich?
Put in overtime, be ready to get the chips
Break the P's down and bust it down to zips
Hustle around the clock, be ready to take them trips
Are you willin'? Are you willing to grind to get paid?
If they ever raid, deal with whatever came
The sun and the shade, the joy and the pain
The snakes in the grass you see when you self-made

[Outro: Mia Jae, Mia Jae & Paul Wall]
Are you willin'? Are you willin'? Are-are you willin'?
Are you willin'? Are-are you willin'?
Are you willin'? Are-are you willin'?
Are you willin'? Are you willin'?
Are you willin'? Are-are you willin'?
Are you willin'? Are-are you willin'?
Are you willin'? Are-are you willin'?
Are you willin'? Are you willin'?
Are you willin'?