All of It

Young Flaco
Aye aye

Yeah I'm in the street they trynna take a pic
Five deep that's all I need that power ranger shit
I got green you rocking pink like Cosmo and Wanda did
Seven days a week I'm working I want all of it
Never know if they gon' run or let that chopper hit ooh
Told her call me daddy even though I ain't got no kids
Five foot four little boy hitting on my girl you ain't got no rizz
Stepping out the house to get shit done I stand on biz

I got to focus on me
I got to fuck up some beats
I got to fuck up some commas
You don't know nothing about me
Pop a tag wear it out the store
I don't need no receipt
New fit all cash head to toe I'm dripping down to my feet
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Let it go let it fly
Hop up in the two seater hands off the wheel let it ghost ride
She ain't want to fuck the first night but I'm positive she caught a vibe
Passenger princess check the mirror making sure her makeup look right ooh
Yeah yeah everything looking good
Say she want to smoke open the glove box we could light up a wood
No Swisher Sweets got purple tree like Willy Wonka would
I like to rap for fun go talk my shit look where I stood
You know we came from the bottom
Look at me popping some bottles
Nothing was the same Drake said it back before I could step on the throttle
13 years old
Butter and syrup my waffles
Selling candy in the hallway always been a man of many profits

I'm in the street they trynna take a pic
Five deep that's all I need that power ranger shit
I got green you rocking pink like cosmo and wanda did
Seven days a week I'm working I want all of it
Never know if they gon' run or let that chopper hit
Told her call me daddy even though I ain't got no kids
Five foot four little boy hitting on my girl you ain't got no rizz
Stepping out the house to get shit done I stand on biz



Credits
Writer(s): Parker Schaich
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