All Cash lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, b*tch
Mama, I'm back

[Verse]
Brand new Benz off the lot, paid cash for it
Eight of Wocky in the pop, finna add more
Ridin' through the 6 with more choppas than a task force
This sh*t just come with the game, you picked a bad sport
Mama, we made it out the hood, I got a glass porch
Type of n*gga stayed out of trouble, never had court
I was taught God'll grant your wishes if you ask for it
I could take you to the top, but I need gas for it
Stayin' focused on the task, tryna feed the team
I just sold a hunnid 'bows out the regencies
Every day my life a movie, no DVD
I re-rocked a n*gga bag with some PCP
Pssh, hah, I know, it's wrong, right?
Me and D-Boy locked in at the stu' equals long night
I had to rearrange some things, livin' the wrong life
Diamonds bustin' off this chest look like strobe lights
n*ggas tryna get some help just to get ahead
Nothin' like them other n*ggas, I'm a different bred
Oops, I mean a different breed
A lot of legs hangin' from that K, look like a centipede
I used to smoke 89, but this some different weed
I'm only f*ckin' with the b*tch if her kitchen clean
VS1 F-color, it's a different link
Unc stuck up in the past, still pitchin' P's
Cold-talkin' to the plug, he Vietnamese
She hit me with a headshot, now I'm weak in the knees
I guess the tongue real slick, now she thinkin' I'm Veeze
Bust a meal right in my mouth, got her eatin' my seeds
Hey, I know it's nasty, but it's true
I don't need you nowhere near if you ain't rappin' in the booth
Okay, I got some 'bows in and I'm taxin', yeah, it's true
He gon' do it off the love, ain't gotta ask my bro to shoot
We still'll walk a n*gga down with that Glock, aim steady
I might stop the world when my music drop, they ain't ready
The white boys ain't like the real Percs no more, we came fetty
Like a thousand-some grams around your neck, I came heavy
Everybody wanna drop a Hellcat, I came Chevy
Everybody wanna [?][1:38]
Peanut butter rear, on the outside, I came jelly
I need two pair of Air Force 1's, I came Nelly
Pssh, I'm the rap G.O.A.T
Waitin' on a rainy day is what I stack for
Broad thick, she tryna f*ck, she tellin' fat jokes
Caught the pus*y off the top rope, she got her back broke
Hah, call me Percules
Off a thirty, b*tch, my di*k stronger than Hercules
Smokin' the 'Wood, gettin' some head, I done burnt her weave
I see you gettin' pape' now, but, sh*t, you learned from me
Snatch one of my mine, that's a murder to the third-degree
I showed you nothin' but real love, how you gon' turn on me?
He tried to hit me with some game that he learned from me
That .308'll park his sh*t before he turn the street, and that's word from me
Get rich, then get your people rich
Get a b*tch pregnant then kill a baby on some evil sh*t
A lot of times I move by myself, I gotta be legit
I don't worry 'bout too many problems, 'cause I keep a stick