Paroles Airone Jim Jones

Airone

I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)
How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? (shared guns)
Sink's filled with dirty dishes
Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen
All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up
(Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up

Grindin' hard just to pay the rent
Poke me so they can make a sense
Fuck it any time, piece I make a rent
It's a job that I'm workin' on a niggas stretches
Spilled my blood and tears in these streets
My bitch I s as erotic, face is sweaty
Let me catch you slippin' that you place your bets
Get 'er on the all and play for sex
This just to see that my pocket's swollen
Stacks, stick it in tires
IA7 is my road to riches, got road description (it's fire)
Move up in the chump then a nigga shiver up
When I pull in the dunk with the riders
Fully automatic, full of static
If a nigga wanna have it I'm a hit it with the fire
Wutchu niggas really know about that?
Grindin' on things he calls stats
Livin' with your home cause my house packed
My mom would get it, have it all, have it bounced back
Back stabbin', never been about that
Black ratchet bearin' come about that
I whip a child, I beat my case
25k and I bounce back
It would be a bloody murder
It's on the beat but they punch they burgers
A hundred deep in the crowd, we turnt up
Fuckin' freaks with the smutch would burn ya
Real niggas that shoot for me
Gotta kill niggas for they shoe money
10k and that's true money
They talkin' bricks they packin', that's too funny

I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)
How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? (shared guns)
Sink's filled with dirty dishes
Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen
All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up
(Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up

I've been grindin' hard since like the '90 somethin'
Get money fuckin' hoes or call me stuntin'
Take you fritz with some major chicks
Big full arm will waste the shit
Money, guns, ice glowin'
Hold up to show how my night was goin'
Imagine now how my life is goin'
The bitch on one, all night she rollin'
Scuffle kicks that need a new pair
That time the minister bought 2 pair
Just like we ball when I drop my top
Man you niggas know this a new year
Vamp all night when the day here
All week then a nigga make 8 flips
That's one more dim a seven day shift
I grind hard like the lake rish
All my ladies goin' down the drain
To the learn how to cook 2 pounds of 'caine
Swear to God that I felt my lane
So my niggas called 22 counts of 'caine
Damn, I swear to God it gets scary then (Spooky!)
When I see the feds I get scared of them

I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)
How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns? (shared guns)
Sink's filled with dirty dishes
Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen
All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up
(Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)
Money machines count it then I wrap it up