All Of My Lyrics

Boot me up JT

I keep that money on my mind

Grind can't stop no flat line

Big fat ass it jump round

She clap it it sound like a gun sound

That thang moving like jello

Big tipper imma nice fellow

Hundred on hundred no shortage

Trap doing numbers in the ghetto

Big boss bruh I been that

Grind always can't sit back

New shipment in quick flip that

Niggaz stupid where the sense at

Why they tryna jack the load

Knowing the switch gone make em get back

Busting that Glock its just so in me

That thang barely got a kick back

Chasing them dollar signs

All of my dollars hundreds

All of my diamonds blinding

All of my traps jumping

All of my clients pay up front

I ain't doing nun fronted

If you aint grinding you aint eating

My whole team grubbing

Chasing them dollar signs

All of my dollars hundreds

All of my diamonds blinding

All of my traps jumping

All of my clients pay up front

I ain't doing nun fronted

If you aint grinding you aint eating

My whole team grubbing

Turned 448 into 10

Turned them 10 into 6 figures

Now my next goal is a Richard, A Millie

Won't go broke im gettin richer

Keep at least 17 on my hip

Want them hollows on my tips

Yea im protecting my chips

Won't let you get rich off me

Fuck peace im handing out flat lines

Stay clapping the heat like a flat iron

But I really wanna flip dollars and ball out

Bro I be trapping so hard I just ball out

I just be running I came up from crawling

Hate all you want I get it regardless

Staying legit it get you way farther

Not a worry im too unbothered

Chasing them dollar signs

All of my dollars hundreds

All of my diamonds blinding

All of my traps jumping

All of my clients pay up front

I ain't doing nun fronted

If you aint grinding you aint eating

My whole team grubbing

Chasing them dollar signs

All of my dollars hundreds

All of my diamonds blinding

All of my traps jumping

All of my clients pay up front

I ain't doing nun fronted

If you aint grinding you aint eating

My whole team grubbing