All in
[Chorus]
Ayy
Ayy
[Verse]
N***as out here be fake, I cannot pay 'em no mind
Diamonds on my wrist gon' skate, Rollie, I can't tell the time
Too many bands can't fit in my safe, count up 'til I go blind
Ayy, nun' of these n***as be safe, better not cross that line
Ayy, these n***as cappin', I'm lettin' them have it
Pass me the pack, and I make it do magic
Shipping shit off, can you pass me the plastic
We havin' cash, still swiping the plastic
A band on my shoes, I Belenci my feet
N***as be talkin', I'm really unbothered
Fuck on that bitch, she said that I scarred her
Check out my neck, you know its rеal water
N***as ain't gettin' no money, thеy oughta
Want me a bad bitch, I went and bought her
Pass me the rock, slam dunk like Vince Carter
Too many shooters with dreads, no Rasta
I had to get in the mix, no pasta
Get money n***a, I eat steak and lobster
Shout my gang, them real top shootas
These n***as really my kids, but foster
Ayy, one wrong move, get put in a coffin
Your bitch wanna fuck just a little to often
No Nipsey, if you talkin' money, I'm all in
Ayy, no Jim Jones, but I'm ballin'
You don't fuck with me, then why you keep calling
You can't take the heat, then get out the kitchen
Spinnin' your block, then n***as go missing
Doin' all that talkin', you know that we clipped 'em
Ayy, presidential on my wrist, no Barrack
Hunnid' round drum, fit in the chop'
Bags in my living room, come and shop
N***as talk that gangsta shit, but they not
Say he gon' do this and that, but he not
N***as broke, they ain't gettin' no guap
Real shit, they gotta feel me
I hit the store, drop a bag on Amiri's
Choppa' go dumb, it's gon' shoot 'til it's empty
I don't want your bitch, but please do not tempt me
Pour up a four of that drank 'til I'm tilting
A thousand dollar cup of the mud, and it's filthy
Ayy, I got the Glock on my waist, it stay with me
Your bitch ride dick just like it's a ten-speed
I get the money, red, blue and green
Check with your bitch, you know she heard of me
Blade on the chop', I give 'em surgery
Kill 'em with drip, you know that its first degree
You know if we spin a bin, it's a emergency
Ride out, ten racks, case of emergencies
Play with them bands like I play in the band
I ball on the court, you watch from the stands
Too fly where I land
Walk in the mall, drop a bag on pants
Ayy
Ayy
[Verse]
N***as out here be fake, I cannot pay 'em no mind
Diamonds on my wrist gon' skate, Rollie, I can't tell the time
Too many bands can't fit in my safe, count up 'til I go blind
Ayy, nun' of these n***as be safe, better not cross that line
Ayy, these n***as cappin', I'm lettin' them have it
Pass me the pack, and I make it do magic
Shipping shit off, can you pass me the plastic
We havin' cash, still swiping the plastic
A band on my shoes, I Belenci my feet
N***as be talkin', I'm really unbothered
Fuck on that bitch, she said that I scarred her
Check out my neck, you know its rеal water
N***as ain't gettin' no money, thеy oughta
Want me a bad bitch, I went and bought her
Pass me the rock, slam dunk like Vince Carter
Too many shooters with dreads, no Rasta
I had to get in the mix, no pasta
Get money n***a, I eat steak and lobster
Shout my gang, them real top shootas
These n***as really my kids, but foster
Ayy, one wrong move, get put in a coffin
Your bitch wanna fuck just a little to often
No Nipsey, if you talkin' money, I'm all in
Ayy, no Jim Jones, but I'm ballin'
You don't fuck with me, then why you keep calling
You can't take the heat, then get out the kitchen
Spinnin' your block, then n***as go missing
Doin' all that talkin', you know that we clipped 'em
Ayy, presidential on my wrist, no Barrack
Hunnid' round drum, fit in the chop'
Bags in my living room, come and shop
N***as talk that gangsta shit, but they not
Say he gon' do this and that, but he not
N***as broke, they ain't gettin' no guap
Real shit, they gotta feel me
I hit the store, drop a bag on Amiri's
Choppa' go dumb, it's gon' shoot 'til it's empty
I don't want your bitch, but please do not tempt me
Pour up a four of that drank 'til I'm tilting
A thousand dollar cup of the mud, and it's filthy
Ayy, I got the Glock on my waist, it stay with me
Your bitch ride dick just like it's a ten-speed
I get the money, red, blue and green
Check with your bitch, you know she heard of me
Blade on the chop', I give 'em surgery
Kill 'em with drip, you know that its first degree
You know if we spin a bin, it's a emergency
Ride out, ten racks, case of emergencies
Play with them bands like I play in the band
I ball on the court, you watch from the stands
Too fly where I land
Walk in the mall, drop a bag on pants