Winter Grind

Yeah, yeah

(ayy, turn that bass up) Whole lotta ice,

whole lotta motion

Ice on me, look like winter in the summertime Big bankroll,

had to stuff it in a duffel bag Came from low,

now the whole squad eating good Black truck

sliding through the neighborhood

Pull up clean, fresh fit,

no stylist Phone keep ringing,

everybody want a private

Money got taller, had to change the wallet Started with a dream,

now the team really got it

808 knocking, make the room shake

Late nights working, had to make plays No shortcuts,

had to learn from mistakes

Now I’m eating every meal off a big plate

Ice on me, look like winter in the summertime Big bankroll,

had to stuff it in a duffel bag Came from low,

now the whole squad eating good Black truck

sliding through the neighborhood

Diamonds hit different when the lights go low

Still ten toes wherever I go Whole crew locked in,

everybody got a role Turned a little bit of nothing into something

I could hold

New whip, new crib,

same old ambition Had to cut the noise,

had to stay on a mission If it ain’t about the money,

I don’t need the permission Walk inside the booth and leave with

a whole new vision

Yeah Whole lotta motion Whole lotta ice

Turn the bass up We ain’t done yet