All Terrain

Yeah yeah
Yeah
Groovy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Groovy

Hustling through the cold get to work hit the road
New money never old on my brothers never fold
Hustling through the cold get to work hit the road
New money never old on my brothers never fold

We would hustle in the cold
Gotta get to work it's time to hit the road
New money coming in its never old
Swear to god on my brothers never fold
We was on campus bitches pull up
They want back shots and a load
I roll the weed and pass the toe
We be smoking by the O
Had to stack it up the bread was low
My Balmain sagging low now
Do that so the belt would show now
Watch how I glow now
They liking the flow Ouu
Nigga I'm g
I stick to the code
That's word to my bros
I'm hot like jalapeño

Hustling through the cold get to work hit the road
New money never old on my brothers never fold
(Nah)
Hustling through the cold get to work hit the road
New money never old on my brothers never fold

Young lad walking through the hood with the bag on
He mysterious and got a great sense of fashion
Columbia jacket pair of jays get my swag on
It's Groovy Court and yeah I'm the man hoe
Before the winter came I told myself that its about to be a cold ass winter
Fuck it I'm a winner
Gotta get the racks in my denim
Moving work in them buildings
Flip a pack then I get my dinner
I'm a Mac I need millions
Trying to live better living
Got a better vision
New York survival of the fittest gotta get it
I could never wait a minute
Weight on the scale hold up wait a minute
Want that black on black lambo windows tinted
Imma businessman I just handle business
On my brother never fold I done held a lot of poles
I don't even gotta use it my brother be on go
Hustling through the cold
(They don't hear me)

Hustling through the cold get to work hit the road
New money never old on my brothers never fold
(Nah Never)
Hustling through the cold get to work hit the road
New money never old on my brothers never fold



Credits
Writer(s): Courtney Hutchinson
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