All My $$$

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 F*ck 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