All My $$$ Lyrics

When you see him, just bail out the car and start dumping

Posted with my demons, everybody runnin' up some money

You see me holding, bitch, I'm keeping, I need all my hunnids

All these drugs, I probably don't need them but they gon' keep em coming

Don't even play, you know I'm fuckin' bad bitches

I need it tatted on my face, I'm talkin' cash business

I won the race, I did the shit last minute

Fly off a bird, we done had a chicken

She wanna get on my nerves, talkin' bout bags and bitches, aye aye

Wi-Fi lit like AT&T

You can play your lil the game, you can't play me

So many flavors, we got 'em from A to Z

Balling so damn hard I think I need an agency

Roll up a wood, look like cigar, come and get high with me

Told the bitch to chill, you got to take your time with me

It feel good to let shit go, come catch a vibe with me

All I see is dollar signs, I forgot my astrology

We got all these pocket rockets, we could join the rocket league

Nah fr, aye (Frrrttttt)

When you see him, just bail out the car and start dumping

Posted with my demons, everybody runnin' up some money

You see me holding, bitch, I'm keeping, I need all my hunnids

I can sell a dream and some weed, a hunnid bags is all I need

I go to Sax for all my jeans, a real Amiri fiend

Playin' piano while in the bando, I'm everywhere you can't go

I told the bitch to keep it low, I was born an asshole

Yanna say I smell funny, that's weed and YSL

I don't stress about nothin, got a whole lot comin' we, gettin' it by the bell

When the weed wasn't sellin, I was givin' out deals, I was puttin' it on sale

Look at these diamonds, the shit really biting, they ain't come from Zale's

Fuck around, did it and prospered, yeah they thought I would fail

Bustin' them pills I had in the locker, still gettin' set by the bell

Factory diamonds, the stock ones, yeah, you can tell

Playin' like a kid, you not one, nigga, I'll beat your ass

When you see him, just bail out the car and start dumping

Posted with my demons, everybody runnin' up some money

You see me holding, bitch, I'm keeping, I need all my hunnids

All these drugs, I probably don't need them but they gon' keep em coming

Don't even play, you know I'm fuckin' bad bitches

I need it tatted on my face, I'm talkin' cash business

I won the race, I did the shit last minute

Fly off a bird, we done a had chicken

She wanna get on my nerves, talkin' bout bags and bitches