All Money

Uh, Yea Yea yea yea Just to keep the shit a G uh we really running shit
Running to the bag these other niggas be counterfeit

Demons in my head I'm tryna shake em out
Everybody claiming
That they demons til they praying out
Niggas alwyas making up songs ah what they gone do
Nigga what you won't do
Is touch one of us
Nigga try to play wit my slime and get his melon bust
Snakes still moving around we got the grass cut
Don't let em put a price on yo head and get yo tag phucked

Was young niggas tryna fix these niggas been knew
Punching cause the piece still hitting without the clung fu

She a bad lil bitch but I don't need her
Imma hit her off this shirt I'm a wife beater
Oops I mean white beater that's the lean in me
Got a pocket full of salad so it's green in me
My own mans switched on me I done seen envy
No westbrook but I'm equipped wit a rocket
Young dog a cold heart he ain't gone think when he pop it
Hit the road 1 CP And stack it up for the summer
Hit the club like CP cause we be making it thunder
Niggas just money don't really know nothing
Belly Keep a stick up he tryna blow something
Baby Girl seen the team she tryna blow

Walk a nigga down but for that cheese we the road runners
They be asking where I been I say what u know
My niggas ball without the ref and still ah let it blow
Man I took a lot of L's you wasn't made for that you better watch it wit my name
I'll get u slated for that
Still hit the road like the judge ain't cooking niggas
Pocket rocket for u pocket watching little niggas
AY we been at it since leap frog my niggas play D and shoot like it's BBall

They say all money ain't good money I got it on my own niggas hating on me
Put a nigga under try to take it from me i gotta keep
It coming niggas running from it they say all money ain't good money
I got it on my own niggas Hattin on mé can't play me
Like ah got that oven on me bitch use to hoe me now they waiting on me



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Writer(s): Jamarre Lee
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