Hey, damn Damn damn I'm on my grind Oh why she lyin' Do this all the time This ain't nun nice I came with a dime I hope I don't die I hope you don't mind Toting a nine The pack in the mail, yea She on my cell, yea She know how I felt, yea Now she on my belt, yea I get the rest in Aint no addressing you I learned my lesson I don't wanna question you I'm on my grind (I'm on my grind) Oh why she lying Do this all the time This ain't nun nice I came with a dime I hope I don't die I hope you don't mind Toting a nine