Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
40 new 30, I'm still in my prime Made it this far, never tooted a line
Baby girl like it, I'm cool with the pine Go get a pack when I give her some time
Wasn't so wild then the gal could be mine Down to the earth, personality sweet
Engage in conversation that be so deep Would take her out, but I know she too geeked
Know I'm tri-polar, got three different moods How can he be kind and so f*cking rude?
Why he explode when he so f*cking cool? Xanax should help sometime, make him a fool
Salt with the pep taking over my beard Cool with that shit, but I'll tell you what's weird
Boys in the hood like to call me OG First time I heard it, like talking to me?
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Fresher than clean, call me Jim Massey What's that cologne? Nigga don't ask me
Roll through the hood, see my kinfolks Park in the street, you can just pass me
Sip the bar, no glasses, Exotic chicks big asses
Rolling up, got the double cup Cruising down the streets of Calabasas
Squigging up, feeling real good .45, nigga, wish you would
Living life and I'ma love my life And I'ma live my life just like a player should
They was cool when they thought I wasn't gon' do it Now I see them, like they talk about they knew it
40 new 30, and I'm so worthy Hall of fame wit da game got a hood on my jersey
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
TJ Hookster - CAN'T LET GO (feat. K-B) Lyrics
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Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
40 new 30, I'm still in my prime Made it this far, never tooted a line
Baby girl like it, I'm cool with the pine Go get a pack when I give her some time
Wasn't so wild then the gal could be mine Down to the earth, personality sweet
Engage in conversation that be so deep Would take her out, but I know she too geeked
Know I'm tri-polar, got three different moods How can he be kind and so f*cking rude?
Why he explode when he so f*cking cool? Xanax should help sometime, make him a fool
Salt with the pep taking over my beard Cool with that shit, but I'll tell you what's weird
Boys in the hood like to call me OG First time I heard it, like talking to me?
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Fresher than clean, call me Jim Massey What's that cologne? Nigga don't ask me
Roll through the hood, see my kinfolks Park in the street, you can just pass me
Sip the bar, no glasses, Exotic chicks big asses
Rolling up, got the double cup Cruising down the streets of Calabasas
Squigging up, feeling real good .45, nigga, wish you would
Living life and I'ma love my life And I'ma live my life just like a player should
They was cool when they thought I wasn't gon' do it Now I see them, like they talk about they knew it
40 new 30, and I'm so worthy Hall of fame wit da game got a hood on my jersey
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
40 new 30, I'm still in my prime Made it this far, never tooted a line
Baby girl like it, I'm cool with the pine Go get a pack when I give her some time
Wasn't so wild then the gal could be mine Down to the earth, personality sweet
Engage in conversation that be so deep Would take her out, but I know she too geeked
Know I'm tri-polar, got three different moods How can he be kind and so f*cking rude?
Why he explode when he so f*cking cool? Xanax should help sometime, make him a fool
Salt with the pep taking over my beard Cool with that shit, but I'll tell you what's weird
Boys in the hood like to call me OG First time I heard it, like talking to me?
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Fresher than clean, call me Jim Massey What's that cologne? Nigga don't ask me
Roll through the hood, see my kinfolks Park in the street, you can just pass me
Sip the bar, no glasses, Exotic chicks big asses
Rolling up, got the double cup Cruising down the streets of Calabasas
Squigging up, feeling real good .45, nigga, wish you would
Living life and I'ma love my life And I'ma live my life just like a player should
They was cool when they thought I wasn't gon' do it Now I see them, like they talk about they knew it
40 new 30, and I'm so worthy Hall of fame wit da game got a hood on my jersey
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Straight on my grind, money on my mind, I can't let go
Writer: Thomas Jordan
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