Stylz the Artiste - Until It's Mine Lyrics

I'm the man in yo city
I'm the man in yo city
Worldwide gotta get it
Worldwide gotta get it
Fuck the fame gimme riches
Fuck the fame gimme riches
All grind till I get it
All grind till I get it
That's my Grind
Gotta get it
I wake up chasing paper
Only stacking up my digits
Check the status on the money
Gotta get back to the mission
Before I make a move
Gotta double check the vision
Separate the bullshit
Call it long division
I don't usually get caught up in shit
Don't get it twisted
Twist the wrong word
I see yo line of fate thinning
Tell the lord to hear my plead
I was chill in the beginning
Roll a morning wood
With a Mary
Tell the bitches hit the pipe
It's 7 in the morning
Gotta praise the first light
Now I gotta make this money
And my lady feeling horny
Ate lil baby up
But a nigga still hungry
I ain't satisfied
Till I got enough to make my family cry, (that's money)
If I ain't breaking the family off
I can't die, (no sleep)
If I ain't getting this money
Baby I can't lie, (straight facts)
Can't be yo nigga
I need my figures
That's my vibe
I'm the man in yo city
I'm the man in yo city
Worldwide gotta get it
Worldwide gotta get it
Fuck the fame gimme riches
Fuck the fame gimme riches
All grind till I get it
All grind till I get it
That's my Grind Gotta get it
That's my grind Gotta get it
That's my Grind Gotta get it
That's my grind Gotta get it
That's my Grind Gotta get it
That's my grind Gotta get it
That's my Grind Gotta get it
That's my grind Gotta get it
Aye cut the camera we don't use those
These niggas sneaking and snitching
Don't want my moves told
No pillow talking with bitches
Don't get yo truth told
And if you ever catch a case
You better never fold
Trapping wit kiddies
I ain't playing wit you pussy hoes
I want a mill
I ain't snacking with no groupie hoes
I foot the bill for my grind
Fast still or slow
I keep on passing temptation
Guess imma rolling stone
I don't chill with bitches
Cause they never wanna leave me lone
I ain't call you bitch
Stop being pussy
Give her back the phone
On some real shit
This a problem You ain't ever want
Now check Ya feelings
Or I'll leave yo ass on the floor
And I ain't baby sitting niggas
You can either run it with me
Or just stay the fuck from near me
Said I ain't baby sitting niggas
You can either run it with me
Or just stay the fuck from near me
I'm the man in yo city
I'm the man in yo city
Worldwide gotta get it
Worldwide gotta get it
Fuck the fame gimme riches
Fuck the fame gimme riches
All grind till I get it
All grind till I get it

I'm the man in yo city
I'm the man in yo city
Worldwide gotta get it
Worldwide gotta get it
Fuck the fame gimme riches
Fuck the fame gimme riches
All grind till I get it
All grind till I get it
That's my Grind
Gotta get it
I wake up chasing paper
Only stacking up my digits
Check the status on the money
Gotta get back to the mission
Before I make a move
Gotta double check the vision
Separate the bullshit
Call it long division
I don't usually get caught up in shit
Don't get it twisted
Twist the wrong word
I see yo line of fate thinning
Tell the lord to hear my plead
I was chill in the beginning
Roll a morning wood
With a Mary
Tell the bitches hit the pipe
It's 7 in the morning
Gotta praise the first light
Now I gotta make this money
And my lady feeling horny
Ate lil baby up
But a nigga still hungry
I ain't satisfied
Till I got enough to make my family cry, (that's money)
If I ain't breaking the family off
I can't die, (no sleep)
If I ain't getting this money
Baby I can't lie, (straight facts)
Can't be yo nigga
I need my figures
That's my vibe
I'm the man in yo city
I'm the man in yo city
Worldwide gotta get it
Worldwide gotta get it
Fuck the fame gimme riches
Fuck the fame gimme riches
All grind till I get it
All grind till I get it
That's my Grind Gotta get it
That's my grind Gotta get it
That's my Grind Gotta get it
That's my grind Gotta get it
That's my Grind Gotta get it
That's my grind Gotta get it
That's my Grind Gotta get it
That's my grind Gotta get it
Aye cut the camera we don't use those
These niggas sneaking and snitching
Don't want my moves told
No pillow talking with bitches
Don't get yo truth told
And if you ever catch a case
You better never fold
Trapping wit kiddies
I ain't playing wit you pussy hoes
I want a mill
I ain't snacking with no groupie hoes
I foot the bill for my grind
Fast still or slow
I keep on passing temptation
Guess imma rolling stone
I don't chill with bitches
Cause they never wanna leave me lone
I ain't call you bitch
Stop being pussy
Give her back the phone
On some real shit
This a problem You ain't ever want
Now check Ya feelings
Or I'll leave yo ass on the floor
And I ain't baby sitting niggas
You can either run it with me
Or just stay the fuck from near me
Said I ain't baby sitting niggas
You can either run it with me
Or just stay the fuck from near me
I'm the man in yo city
I'm the man in yo city
Worldwide gotta get it
Worldwide gotta get it
Fuck the fame gimme riches
Fuck the fame gimme riches
All grind till I get it
All grind till I get it