All There

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[Intro: Yung Bans] Huh, yeah Yeah Let's go, let's go [Chorus: Yung Bans] Hey, I just woke up, checked my bank account and it's all there On 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here Free my brother Melly, swear my nigga been locked up all year Took a nigga main and paint her face, we can all share Tall skinny nigga, she say I look like a ball player I don't do no malls, you know everything I got rare We just lit this bitch up, my neck look like a chandelier Bitch, my neck look like a chandelier [Verse 1: Yung Bans] If I got it on it ain't on the market Think out the box, out of the margin Off of this Earth, I feel like a Martian Hop in the spaceship, and I start it All of my bitches look like Barbies Rockstar, Ed Hardy All these rap nigga be garbage Got me sayin', "What?", Playboi Carti [Verse 2: Slump6s] I just woke up, checked my bank account and it's all there I've been gettin' rack on rack on rack and it's all year Mink coat, got fur all on my back, like a tall bear He was talkin' on a neck, now his boy is a polar bear I'ma count a hundred bands, lil' bitch Big stick, when he seen, he ran Good drank, yeah, we sip it again He talk down, he limpin' again I'ma fuck up on her sister again Heat a nigga like a blister again I'ma drop another hit again She all on me 'cause I'm rich, goddamn Stars on the roof, feelin' like an alien A hundred shooters and they all aliens Walk in the party, she all in my face again I roll another one and I'm facin' it Big body coupe, man, I feel like racin' it I see the bar, then I'm always raisin' it These niggas dried out like a raisin Fuckin' the game up, need some maintenance [Bridge: Slump6s] Yeah, money, it's so high, it's damn near touching God Yeah, life is good like Future, I ain't talkin' Odd Yeah, your new man a loser, he not touchin' I Yeah, turned him to an angel, we gon' make him fly [Chorus: Yung Bans, Slump6s, & Both] Hey, I just woke up, checked my bank account and it's all there On 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here Free my brother Melly, swear my nigga been locked up all year Took a nigga main and paint her face, we can all share Tall skinny nigga, she say I look like a ball player (Woah) I don't do no malls, you know everything I do rare (Woah) We just lit this bitch up, my neck look like a chandelier (Woah, woah, woah) Bitch, my neck look like a chandelier
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Credits
- Writers
- DT
- Yung Bans
- Slump6s