All in lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy
Ayy

[Verse]
n*ggas 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 n*ggas be safe, better not cross that line
Ayy, these n*ggas cappin', I'm lettin' them have it
Pass me the pack, and I make it do magic
Shipping sh*t off, can you pass me the plastic
We havin' cash, still swiping the plastic
A band on my shoes, I Belenci my feet
n*ggas be talkin', I'm really unbothered
f*ck on that b*tch, she said that I scarred her
Check out my neck, you know its rеal water
n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, thеy oughta
Want me a bad b*tch, 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 n*gga, I eat steak and lobster
Shout my gang, them real top shootas
These n*ggas really my kids, but foster
Ayy, one wrong move, get put in a coffin
Your b*tch wanna f*ck 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 f*ck with me, then why you keep calling
You can't take the heat, then get out the kitchen
Spinnin' your block, then n*ggas go missing
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
n*ggas talk that gangsta sh*t, but they not
Say he gon' do this and that, but he not
n*ggas broke, they ain't gettin' no guap
Real sh*t, they gotta feel me
I hit the store, drop a bag on Amiri's
Choppa' go dumb, it's gon' shoot 'til it's empty
I don't want your b*tch, 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 b*tch ride di*k just like it's a ten-speed
I get the money, red, blue and green
Check with your b*tch, you know she heard of me
Blade on the chop', I give 'em surgery
Kill 'em with drip, you know that its 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