[Verse] Bulldozer flow, I ain't switchin' lanes I move that dirt around, but I don't dig for my chains I climb up in that cab, that's where I go insane When swaggin' through the mud, I got ice runnin' through my veins What's the conference line? Not a talkin' man Diggin' tracks in layers, we make the cat purr again It's hard to understand, when the slurry gets as thick as me Could get stuck 'cause I'm heavy or I'm deeper than the blade Hard to stay dry like a backwards sunbathe In the swampland, you'll find me lookin' at some better days Grindin' in my own way, worthy rental check rate Plan at work, I move earth, it's a goddamn worksite Yeah Whip it like I'm crazy, toke it cab be hazy Buggies, dirt, like with babies, the way of life can't wait Turn it into a play, but I work hard for my days We be grindin', every Friday, like (Ayy) [Bridge] It quit cuttin' all my whips But I'll go and grab the shovel, work for beadles and a pip (Work for beadles and a pip) In the mud, I'm diggin' in [Chorus] Go and tell them boys and them all to get with me Tell my brothers on the sit, bring all the bulldozers with 'em All them with me brothers little ones on the dash, who gon' grip 'em Tell 'em "Get to workin', boy, I'm gettin' to these millions" I just showed them boys and them all to get it with me (Ah) Tell them boys on the sit, bring the bulldozers with 'em With all my little brothers little ones on the dash, who gon' grip 'em Tell 'em "Get to work, boy, I'm gettin' to these millions" Yeah, I'm gone [verse] Bulldozer flow, I ain't switchin' lanes Once the paper came, we ain't been the same Destined for the hall, never been ashamed Ball hard, let these haters talk, we just in the game Hustlin', Sunday through the grimey day I'm Michael J and my loyal teammate is silk in waves Good days in which I know my mama laced Those are the trenches that we had to break You niggas talkin' on the getaway I let my foreign bitch do all the minutes, I'm on minute maid I told lil' mama, "I'ma get you paid," And now I get a hunned band quickly off the lemonade I am an artist, bitch, I been a fake Can't live in L.A. with the wannabes and the fickle face How about you clap for me instead? And baby, you can leave if you ain't givin' head, and that's a fxckin' fact [Chorus] Go and tell them boys and them all to get with me Tell my brothers on the sit, bring all the bulldozers with 'em All them with me brothers little ones on the dash, who gon' grip 'em Tell 'em "Get to workin', boy, I'm gettin' to these millions" I just showed them boys and them all to get it with me (Ah) Tell them boys on the sit, bring the bulldozers with 'em With all my little brothers little ones on the dash, who gon' grip 'em Tell 'em "Get to work, boy, I'm gettin' to these millions" Yeah, I'm gone im gone Yeah, I'm gone
