All of it (feat. Dutchie)

Yeah

I'm thinking big
They going small with it
I don't want some
I want all of it
Yeah
I'm talking racks
I never stall with it
I might go clean up
The mall with it
Yeah
I'm tryna' ball wit it
Yeah
Call em' up
Cuz I know that they all wit it
Yeah I want all of it
Yeah
Up now
And I'm not tryna' fall wit it
I'm thinking big
They going small with it
I don't want some
I want all of it
Yeah
I'm talking racks
I never stall with it
I might go clean up
The mall with it
Yeah
I'm tryna' ball wit it
Yeah
Call em' up
Cuz I know that they all wit it
Yeah I want all of it
Yeah
Up now
And I'm not tryna' fall wit it

Hit ya city
Just to check out the views
Hit the mall
Just to check out some shoes
Hit the pussy
It be making her cry
Hit the weed
And blow the smoke in the sky
Nigga be all the way fly
Don't give me a slice
I want all of the pie
Yeah I know the price
I want all in my size
Ain't tellin' them shit
Cuz I like to surprise
The party don't start
Til my niggas arrive
I'm up
But work like I'm tryna' survive
You bluff
You always get caught in ya lies
Plus you a bum
That's the shit I despise
Back to my day
I'm bout slay
Hit the stu
I got plenty to lay
Really bout it
I don't do this for play
They gon' be on the way
Once I give the ok
Flexing
I'm fresh out the store with it
I might just flip it
Then count up
And probably get more wit it
Ain't talking numbers ignoring it
Then I get back to my numbers
I never get bored wit it
He talking crazy
He tryna' get for the low
Nigga you know that's a no
You think I'm crazy
I do this shit for the dough
Nigga you know how it go
Doing ok
But I ain't bout to act like I'm good
Still roll around in the hood
Ain't got to tell you
Cuz I know it been understood
I always do what I should
Never sit too long
I always get back on my feet
You see me
I'm back in the streets
Like I'm on track
How I run to the stacks
I'm not tryna' relax
I get back on the beats
Get money repeat

I'm thinking big
They going small with it
I don't want some
I want all of it
Yeah
I'm talking racks
I never stall with it
I might go clean up
The mall with it
Yeah
I'm tryna' ball wit it
Yeah
Call em' up
Cuz I know that they all wit it
Yeah I want all of it
Yeah
Up now
And I'm not tryna' fall wit it
I'm thinking big
They going small with it
I don't want some
I want all of it
Yeah
I'm talking racks
I never stall with it
I might go clean up
The mall with it
Yeah
I'm tryna' ball wit it
Yeah
Call em' up
Cuz I know that they all wit it
Yeah I want all of it
Yeah
Up now
And I'm not tryna' fall wit it

I was out thugging
I seen the cops
And I just started running
I got them onions
And I be taxing
But how much you got
Bruh it's up for discussion
I'm tryna' run it
I'm either picking up
Or dropping it off
You know how I'm coming
I'm usually blunted
Don't like to bothered
If it ain't bout dollars
Then keep it 100
Ain't running wit 12
Fuck every one of them
Word to my goonies
I run wit the goonies
The police I run from them
Free my big cousin
Them niggas grew up wit them
Bruh fuck the government
Forever duckin' them
Stacking up benjis
I can't get enough of them
I just be chilling
No time to play tough wit them
Putting up numbers
If they ain't talkin' bout numbers
I'm not putting up wit them
Fuck it
I'm done with them
I'm having fun with them
Buy it and sell it
Count it
When I'm done with them
If they start asking
Just know that he taxing
But bro have your money right
Before you come to him
Trap doing numbers bro
He going dumb on them
He gettin' money
He known to stunt on them
He see em' hating
But niggas been hating
So he's getting numb to them



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Writer(s): David Wilson, Ashantae Smith, Jacob Altman
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