[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Big money on my mind
It's on my temple
Chasing after paper, man, the recipe is simple
Grind with your people, bust it down like a pimple
Go and get it all day, no sleeping, this essential
Waiting on the shipment, boys getting ignent
The Benz is all white, it don't have no pigment
I rock 2 chains like 2 Chainz, I'm riding round and I'm getting it
But no Codeine withdrawls, my cup full and I'm sipping it
Hating is a disease, just like cancer, it's malignent
Them other boys ain't real, they just an imaginary [?]
Like Slim Thug, I'm a hog, them suckas ain't even piglets
The hustle never ends, man, the grind is Relentless
'Cause I get it

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Get it
You don't get it, you don't get it
I get it
Get it
I grind
I get it
Get it
I get it
Get it
You don't grind, you don't get it
Get it
You don't get it, you don't get it
I get it
Get it
You don't grind, you don't get it
Get it
You don't get it, you don't get it
I get it
[Verse 2: Killa Kyleon]
Bitch, I'm Al Pacino, Nicki on Casino
Killa, y'all n***as snitches, [?] Nino
Poolside with a bad bitch, sippin on Penio
My hustle's so consistent, so my chips looking Rino
[?] dirty money, this that Diddy money
On my mind, I'm [?] yeah, that's Diddy
Syrup fitted, that drank in my cup
Pour up a duse, I'm drinking it up
Grippin that wood [?], rolling on 4's [?]
[?] sitting on 4's, see nothing but candy [?] my doors
I'm dodging these haters and [?] these hoes
[?]
Bullshit, you can miss me with it
Talking 'bout money, yeah, bitch, we get it
You talk it, I live it
You spit it, I did it
Admit it I'm real [?]
Smile for the camera, [?] H-Town [?]
Keep it [?]
Ball so hard, you would think I got cancer
[?]
Pay like ransom
[?] pussy, but I love that money
[?]
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Get it
You don't get it, you don't get it
I get it
Get it
I grind
I get it
Get it
I get it
Get it
You don't grind, you don't get it
Get it
You don't get it, you don't get it
I get it
Get it
You don't grind, you don't get it
Get it
You don't get it, you don't get it
I get it

[Verse 3: Slaine]
[?] since Bad Boy, you know I fucks with Houston, Texas
Drinking Grey Goose and juice, riding dirty, stupid wreckless
I came up [?], you fucking right I got a groosome message
Once I got guns and a coupe full of animals I roll with [?]
[?] you ain't making money, making movies and producing records
[?] sceptics [?] detectives
Junky type, still [?] hoes, they brooze your necklace
Been that way, bees like that
[?] like that
Ever since I copped that first 6 duse from Hector
This is how it had to be, homie, I produce [?]
Some kids just never learn, you tell them how to
Can't do shit, their heads' too thick
They don't get it, but I do
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Get it
You don't get it, you don't get it
I get it
Get it
I grind
I get it
Get it
I get it
Get it
You don't grind, you don't get it
Get it
You don't get it, you don't get it
I get it
Get it
You don't grind, you don't get it
Get it
You don't get it, you don't get it
I get it