All Star Weekend Lyrics

It's so much money on the floor like it's All Star weekend

He had a whole lot of heart till his shit stopped beating

I need a whole nother year till I really stop cheating

If ain't no blood getting shed, then y'all really not beefing

I'm hitting on all angles, can you believe it

Yo bitch craving meat, I'm door dashing penis

I seen you pop it on the gram, but did you really mean it

I woke up to some messages saying, did you receive it

Some niggas way too comfortable, still staying at they mama house

She gon' kick you out soon, she tryna get her freak on

She done told her nigga one more month, he gon' be gone

Now you on the street fresh as fuck, in some V-Lone

Popping ollies and kickflips for niggas on that bitch shit

9 on me, Isaiah Simmons tryna hit stick

They pay like they weigh, shit I love me a big bitch

But get this, my tool come in handy

It's cool, I'm gon' fix this

You got quiet on me, I was getting kinda skeptical

They don't even know you, bitch I thought you was a reptible

He said he wanted beef, but beef done turned him to a vegetable

I don't know about no murder, sir, I was in Mexico

You got served, it's a bunch of niggas break dancing

I got what money can't buy, I hold it for a great ransom

Some nigga bitch be fucking me, cause she can't stand him

Same niggas making laws, I was breaking into they mansions

It's So much money on the floor, like it's All Star weekend

He had a whole lot of heart, till his shit stop beating

I need a whole nother year, till I really stop cheating

If ain't no blood getting shed, then y'all really not beefing

I'm hitting on all angles, can you believe it

Your bitch craving meat, I'm door dashing penis

I seen you pop it on the gram, but did you really mean it

I woke up to some messages saying, did you receive it