Lyrics

Chorus
I been grinding all my life, it's time I get rewarded
We gon' get it started
Step up in the line of fire, you can be a target
We gon' get it started
VVS all in my wrist, I need my shit imported
We gon' get it started
Any beef I'm down to dead it, that's that rigamortis
Aye, we gon' get it started


Verse
Fresh up out the A, with killers ain't no entertainers
I keep my lawyers on retainer bitch I'm getting famous
That money coming 'round the clock, I'm feeling liberated
Don't let the crib without my cheese, I need a bigger grater
Real life
Show them suckas what it feel like
Hustle morning 'til it's midnight
Never settle 'til I get right
Diamonds shining on 'em real bright
Did it all for the fam, I was in a jam
Homies in the can
Never took the stand
Gotta be a man
Stunting with the bands
How did I get this far?
I'm with the dealer 'bout to switch my car (whoa)
At the club we throwing dollars like I tipped the jar (whoa)
Haters grilling on the side, let me get the charcoal
Y'all gon' really feel a way when I leave with your broad

Chorus
I been grinding all my life, it's time I get rewarded
We gon' get it started
Step up in the line of fire, you can be a target
We gon' get it started
VVS all in my wrist, I need my shit imported
We gon' get it started
Any beef I'm down to dead it, that's that rigamortis
Aye, we gon' get it started

Verse
'Bout the cash don't want the fame
Y'all deals my pocket change
New watch call it daylight, I don't save nothing 'til the time change
Full speed, high octane
My new girl, she a pop thing
Got floor seats all the ball game
Still rep Atlanta on my off days
Boy, big checks
Real leather on the headrest
Play me close, I'll put the piece to your dome treat it like a headset
'Bout the vision, I'm dead set
Y'all ain't even got bread yet
From the street I'm a real vet
What you talking 'bout, I done did that.
For real.