Fat Trel
All of Em
[Chorus: Howie Tizzle]
Got a car full of women, and all of 'em [?]
A garage full of cars, and all of 'em [?]
Feel like n***as just be talking
[?] how I live
[?] n***a that's poppin
[?] trip
I won't let you stop my grind
Cause get that cash my state of mind
Feel like n***as just be talking
[?] how I live
[?] n***a that's poppin
[?] trip

[Verse 1: Master P]
30 G, that's a motherfucking chicken sandwich
Got that tech on me, n***a it is never jamming
Fuck these n***as, yeah I got 5 Grammys
If I fall [?], back to selling fiends [?]
And n***as still hating on me
That's OK, cause bad bitches they be waiting on me
It's a dirty game, somebody gotta do it
My closet like a store, n***a all Luie
Pop [?] rest [?] in my fucking house
Luie Vuitton couch, n***a I'm on my paper rout
Yeah n***a, we on some other shit
Foreign cars, 28 ryms [?]
[Chorus: Howie Tizzle]
Got a car full of women, and all of 'em [?]
A garage full of cars, and all of 'em [?]
Feel like n***as just be talking
[?] how I live
[?] n***a that's poppin
[?] trip
I won't let you stop my grind
Cause get that cash my state of mind
Feel like n***as just be talking
[?] how I live
[?] n***a that's poppin
[?] trip

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
I say n***as just be talking
My 40 just be sparking
Bullits, bodies dropping
My n***as [?]
Police [?]
Shoot them haters, off 'em
5 bands, no talking
We don't do this often
Made them bitches caution
Money got me nauseous
Eating with the bosses
[?] offace
My new bitch so gorgeous
She so [?]
Old dope, old cheese, pockets smell awful
Rocking off the gonja
Plus her brain a scholar
[?] a lawyer
[?] was a doctor
I live like a mobster
Her ex an impostor
30 shot my block up
Hundred shots my chopper
[Chorus: Howie Tizzle]
Got a car full of women, and all of 'em [?]
A garage full of cars, and all of 'em [?]
Feel like n***as just be talking
[?] how I live
[?] n***a that's poppin
[?] trip
I won't let you stop my grind
Cause get that cash my state of mind
Feel like n***as just be talking
[?] how I live
[?] n***a that's poppin
[?] trip

[Verse 3: Alley Boy]
These n***as just be talking
And these hoes still be calling
To the wall we be balling
Do this shit in my coffin
[?] n***a
You's a lame [?] n***a
Back to back in all black, bankroll large n***a
[?] rob n***a
We land in your yard n***a
[?] live this life, music smoke [?] n***a
This how I feel n***a, just talking, [?] these hoes pillo talking
Ain't gotta tell n***as I'm balling
I'm grinding up while you falling
Whole lotta bad hoes be texting
Said they missing me, they can't [?]
She met a n***a that's real, said she fell in love when she met me
On my grind, I gotta shine
[?]
This how I feel, this how I live, [?]
[Chorus: Howie Tizzle]
Got a car full of women, and all of 'em [?]
A garage full of cars, and all of 'em [?]
Feel like n***as just be talking
[?] how I live
[?] n***a that's poppin
[?] trip
I won't let you stop my grind
Cause get that cash my state of mind
Feel like n***as just be talking
[?] how I live
[?] n***a that's poppin
[?] trip