f*ck All Dat lyrics

[Intro]
Let the band play
I dunno (Huh?)

[Chorus]
Okay, f*ck all this (f*ck that sh*t)
Lil' b*tch, uh, I been gettin' cash (Gettin' cash, n*gga), b*tch, yo, uh
Racks on racks on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat b*tch

[Post-Chorus]
Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, b*tch, I'm that rich
Yuh, I just cracked another seal, b*tch, I'm that sick
Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that n*gga
Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that n*gga

[Verse 1]
Yuh, yuh, ayy, I'm nothin' like these rat n*ggas (Nah)
Nah, I mean I'm nothing like these rap n*ggas
And that's a fact, n*gga, yeah, I'm that n*gga (Key Glock)
Can't get no dap n*gga, but you an get clapped, n*gga (Fire)
Yeah, my n*ggas gon' ride or die (Pew)
I brought the silence out, yeah, my aim on ninety-nine (Huh)
I bet I gun 'em down (Yeah), b*tch, we slangin' iron, uh (Slangin')
Yeah, we slangin' iron, just like it's the wild, wild west
Yes (Yes), yes, b*tch, yes, uh, this right here
Like a quarter on my chest, yuh, why I do that?
'Cause I'ma make that sh*t right back, duh (Duh, duh)
Duh (Stupid), I'ma make that sh*t right back (On God, b*tch)
[Chorus]
f*ck all this (f*ck that sh*t)
Lil' b*tch, uh, I been gettin' cash (Gettin' cash, n*gga), b*tch, yuh, uh
Racks on racks on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks), racks, yuh, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat b*tch

[Verse 2]
Yuh, uh, Franklins, Grants and Jacksons, uh
Yuh (Yeah), b*tch, that's another backend, uh (That's another backend)
Yuh, a big backend (Big backend)
I sure pulled up on your b*tch, I broke her back in (n*gga)
Yeah, you shoulda seen how I made her back bend (Yuh, n*gga)
And, yeah, I see why you love her, that b*tch nasty (Huh)
The type of b*tch to put a front on like she classy (b*tch)
Yeah, she belongs to the streets, that b*tch trashy (Trashy, trashy)
Yuh, n*ggas sneak dissin', tell 'em at me
Yuh, I'm the same young n*gga from them backstreets (On God)
Ridin' 'round with them thangs on the back seat (On God)
Ain't sh*t changed, mane, huh, I still pack heat (Ain't sh*t changed, mane)

[Chorus]
But, uh, f*ck all this (f*ck all that sh*t)
Lil' b*tch, uh, I been gettin' cash (Gettin' cash, n*gga), b*tch, yuh, uh
Racks on racks on racks (Talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yuh, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat b*tch
[Post-Chorus]
Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, b*tch, I'm that rich
Yuh, I just cracked another seal, b*tch, I'm that sick
Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that n*gga
Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that n*gga

[Outro]
Yuh (yuh, yuh)
Big Glock