[Intro]
Right

[Chorus]
We keep winnin' or we ain't losin' (We ain't, gettin' it, n***a)
All this money, got your ho choosin' (Got your ho choosin')
They want us to fail, but we gon' ball (We gon', ball on 'em)
For all my bitches and all my dawgs (Ayy, ayy)
We gon' keep on grindin'
We gon' keep on grindin'
We gon' keep on grindin'
We gon' keep on grindin' (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1]
Ballin' on these sucker-ass n***as and they can't stand it
I'ma always be a fuckin' champ' because I take chances
See these n***as hatin' from afar, tell 'em, "Keep it up"
Why you in your feelings, postin' shit on social media?
Leavin' out the dealership with somethin' with no mileage on it
Ain't a fuckin' throphy, n***a, if you ain't grindin' for it
Tell them n***as I be everywhere, I ain't hidin' from 'еm
I don't wanna hear about no check if you ain't got it on you
Broke-ass n***a, shut your mothеrfuckin' mouth
You ain't even got a card, you sleepin' on your mama couch
Caught a layman, I'ma buy a pint and blow a ounce
We them boys who kept Act' when they said it was a drought (Pussy)
[Chorus]
We keep winnin' or we ain't losin' (We ain't, gettin' it, n***a)
All this money, got your ho choosin' (Got your ho choosin')
They want us to fail, but we gon' ball (We gon', ball on 'em)
For all my bitches and all my dawgs (Ayy, ayy)
We gon' keep on grindin'
We gon' keep on grindin'
We gon' keep on grindin'
We gon' keep on grindin' (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Keep on grindin' on these n***as and don't ever stop
I know what I be doin' in these streets so I just let 'em talk
Somebody tell these no name fucks quit playin' with a boss
Or I'ma spend this ten I just made and get your ass chalked
Eatin' stuffed chicken with the sweet potato casserole
I'm at Ruth Chris, I don't eat no White Castle, ho
N***as makin' corny diss songs but I be laughin', though
You know you ain't finna cop shit so what you askin' for?
Bitches know who gettin' it, I ain't even gotta brag
I be fuckin' on them hoes that don't like to follow back
We don't talk about no money 'cause we get a lot of that
I can make a hundred bands and I ain't even gotta rap, boy

[Chorus]
We keep winnin' or we ain't losin' (We ain't, gettin' it, n***a)
All this money, got your ho choosin' (Got your ho choosin')
They want us to fail, but we gon' ball (We gon', ball on 'em)
For all my bitches and all my dawgs (Ayy, ayy)
We gon' keep on grindin'
We gon' keep on grindin'
We gon' keep on grindin'
We gon' keep on grindin' (Ayy, ayy)