All About That

And I gotta go hard like this to Stack all my chips (Niggas ain't gon' bring it to me) I came from the boulevard with clips Now I'm droppin' hits (young nigga say that) I'm smilin' hard but ain't shit funny about that dope About that dough You know I'm all about that You know I'm all about that You know I'm all about that You know I'm all about that I'ma chase a bag, yeah Pop a tag, yeah Don't play around with my cash, yeah bust your ass, yeah Leave you in the past, yeah about the cash, yeah All about that cash, yeah Put you in a trash bag, 'bout the tax, yeah What's up in my backpack? A lot of gas, yeah My main cluck just hit my phone Say he need a blast, yeah I'm totin' and I'm clutchin' So don't get no clap back (BOW, Goddamn!) Yeah, they know I be strapped, yeah They know that I be in the trap, yeah They know that I'm getting these bands, They know that 40 on my pants All of my niggas be totin' them pistols All of my niggas, be smoking them Swishers All of my niggas, they really official Don't play with my niggas, you might end up missing And I been chasing that bag as long as I can remember, yeah yeah yeah And a young nigga so cold, they think I was born in December, yeah yeah yeah Half of you niggas is rats and I'm just a lion like Simba, yeah yeah yeah Just a lion like Simba, yeah yeah yeah And I gotta go hard like this to Stack all my chips (Niggas ain't gon' bring it to me) I came from the boulevard with clips Now I'm droppin' hits, I'm smiling hard, but ain't shit funny about that dough (About that dough) You know I'm all about that You know I'm all about that You know I'm all about that You know I'm all about that You know I'm all about that cash, bro Pull up with 100 I'll let the half go, oh You know I'm all about that cash, fool You can see the dollar signs in my tattoos I used to snatch that pack and sack up at school And if you want some crack, I had that too The fiends, they taste it, man, they say that it's the truth I used to hit the avenue and act the fool If it ain't about my revenue, can't chat with you If you talkin' bout some money, I'll get back with you You can call me Han Solo, cause I clutch blasters, fool And my pockets on Jabba, I just laugh at you And I put that on mama, I'ma get these motherfuckin' commas And I put that on Ethan, swear to God, nigga, ain't no sleepin Till I grind for no reason, and I don't grind for no reason I say I don't grind for no reason Said I put that on mama, I'ma get these motherfuckin' commas And I put that on Ethan, swear to God, nigga, ain't no sleepin Till I cry for no reason, and I don't grind for no reason All you niggas sleepin And I gotta go hard like this, to stack all my chips (Niggas ain't gon' bring it to me), I came from the boulevard with clips Now I'm droppin hits I'm smilin' hard, but ain't shit funny about that dough (About that dough) You know I'm all about that You know I'm all about that You know I'm all about that