All in

Lyrics

[Chorus] Ayy Ayy [Verse] Niggas out here be fake, I cannot pay 'em no mind Diamonds on my wrist gon' skate, Rollie, I can't tell the time Too many bands can't fit in my safe, count up 'til I go blind Ayy, nun' of these niggas be safe, better not cross that line Ayy, these niggas cappin', I'm lettin' them have it Pass me the pack, and I make it do magic Shipping shit off, can you pass me the plastic We havin' cash, still swiping the plastic A band on my shoes, I Belenci my feet Niggas be talkin', I'm really unbothered Fuck on that bitch, she said that I scarred her Check out my neck, you know its rеal water Niggas ain't gettin' no money, thеy oughta Want me a bad bitch, I went and bought her Pass me the rock, slam dunk like Vince Carter Too many shooters with dreads, no Rasta I had to get in the mix, no pasta Get money nigga, I eat steak and lobster Shout my gang, them real top shootas These niggas really my kids, but foster Ayy, one wrong move, get put in a coffin Your bitch wanna fuck just a little to often No Nipsey, if you talkin' money, I'm all in Ayy, no Jim Jones, but I'm ballin' You don't fuck with me, then why you keep calling You can't take the heat, then get out the kitchen Spinnin' your block, then niggas go missin' Doin' all that talkin', you know that we clipped 'em Ayy, presidential on my wrist, no Barrack Hunnid' round drum, fit in the chop' Bags in my living room, come and shop Niggas talk that gangsta shit, but they not Say he gon' do this and that, but he not Niggas broke, they ain't gettin' no guap Real shit, they gotta feel me I hit the store, drop a bag on Amiri's Chopper go dumb, it's gon' shoot 'til it's empty I don't want your bitch, but please do not tempt me Pour up a four of that drank 'til I'm tilting A thousand dollar cup of the mud, and it's filthy Ayy, I got the Glock on my waist, it stay with me Your bitch ride dick just like it's a ten-speed I get the money, red, blue and green Check with your bitch, you know she heard of me Blade on the chop', I give 'em surgery Kill 'em with drip, you know that it's first degree You know if we spin a bin, it's a emergency Ride out, ten racks, case of emergencies Play with them bands like I play in the band I ball on the court, you watch from the stands Too fly where I land Walk in the mall, drop a bag on pants