Letras
GRINCHN'4$, go get it, go get it
I see a dolla', I get it
GRINCHN'4$, go get it, Celine or might come Louis
I'm fitted, the money cause friction
AMG tires, I pop 'em and rip 'em
I tip her, in love with the stripper
Mai Tai, she leavin' her lipstick
The shooter want death, he keep on clickin'
I pay for a vengeance
Keyless FOB, I don't push it, I enter
Mad checks from one printer, the trap, they knock, they enter
My arm on blizzard, the time stay wrong, my watch need fixin'
The lifestyle I live come with models and vixens
They can't catch me slippin'
Sippin' on syrup, and it's nothin' like Lipton
Add it up, no division, 5k for dinner
Lil' mama wanna hang with a winner
Lil' bro in a ski and he look like a ninja (ski)
I count up a ticket
I lock all the door when I'm talkin' 'bout business
Ben Frank' come visit
She not on my arm if she not exquisite (she not exquisite)
The shooter send a shot and won't move his pivot
I ball like a Sixer, a thousand a bottle when sippin' on liquor
Why the fuck would I kiss her? I dick down her liver
I let meet the plug, that's really my nigga, the 5th Ave killer
Might come Hermes, I might cop' a Rollie, I might come prez
Vaca' in the 'dess, I run through the money, like put in a shred'
What the fuck is a stray? With the opps at your head
The GRINCH, the car is a sleigh
I might cop' earrings just to hear what you said
I cop' a chain and I invest in the lead
Nigga bro got my back like we on pegs, Fuck Five, we dead
I keep screamin' out, "GRINCH," when I'm countin' up
Free bro', he locked up for calendars
G-Wagon, I'm from New York, don't do challengers
In the bank, I keep on fuckin' my balance up
I keep screamin' out, "GRINCH," when I'm countin' up
Free bro, he locked up for calendars
G-Wagon, I'm from New York, don't do challengers
In the bank, I keep on fuckin' my balance up
GRINCHN'4$, go get it