[Hook] I shine grind, bling blind Better go out and get yours, cause you know I'm getting mine I shine grind, bling blind Better ask them boys, I do it to em every time I shine grind, bling blind Lucky came up, and got paid off rhymes I shine grind, bling blind And I'm down in H-Town, I ain't hard to find
[Lucky] Well you already know what time it is, cause it's your favorite flower Lucky caught the game slipping, now I'm fin's to take it over Ain't no competition out here for me, so Lucky getting that money And I ain't never hating I'm celebrating, while sipping on some of that Bubbly Carlos told me Lucky man, it's time you get your shine on Here's ten thousand dollas, and a contract for you to sign on I said hold up, man you know them boys been hating me He said after you drop this album here, they ain't gon be able to say shit I said oh yeah you sho' right, you know I keep that flow tight You know I got that do' right, it's Dopehouse that's fo' life Let's go on ahead and get this money, and put it in they face Them underground c.d.'s, got me just flipping an Escalade It's 2000 and 4 shit, that balling out of control shit That Cadillac do' slamming, I pimp slap a hoe shit My name Lucky, and I'm getting the paper I might not be nothing to you, but I'm shit on this label
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[Lucky] Well you can tell, that I've been on the grind The way, that my damn wheels shine Lucky do this all the time, and that's why I'ma bling and blind Bling and blind in your face, when I step up in the place I be thoed in creased clothes, and a Gucci belt around my waist Came a long way, but finally I done made it Survived up in the game, now I'm bout to rearrange it I've been waiting all my life, I love it it's in my veins So be proud of a gangsta, when you bubble I do the same I gotta thank the angels, for giving my life this Opportunity to be in this position, I'm in It was already written, for me to do what I'm doing I'm just living it and sitting back, watching it like a movie Man that's from the heart, no I can't be denied I done showed up fa sho', from being out on the grind Lucky Luciano, popped up from behind Cause after every storm, out come the sunshine
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[Lucky] Hold up baby girl, let me refill your champagne glass And uh money ain't nothing to Lucky, cause he stacking major cash So you boys better handcuff your girl, when I fall up in the club Yeah they see me valet parked outside, on 22's no Dubs I walked straight up to the barm he already know what I'm gon say 30 glasses of Hypnotic, and two bottles of Moet I'm on my way up to the top, and when I leave I'm with a flock Of bopping hoes coming out they clothes, all focused on my knot Hey but they won't get a cent, and you know I'm fin to hit And then I split I've been a pimp, and never had to trick I'm in the hood but it's all good, my bank look fabulous I live life like a superstar, and I might buy you a car This the shit I'm feeling it, I'll get rich and then move to Mars
