All In

Album: My Turn (2020)
Charted: 45
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  • (Cook that shit up, Quay)

    My mama been told me don't give no poor performance
    And whatever you gon' do, just do it
    Never thought 'bout doin' music
    I was tryna build my phone up
    Contact full of drug abusers
    Ridin' around with that Mexican tryna figure out what my cousin doin'
    Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin' bricks
    Wish I woulda knew that shit, I woulda been lit
    Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich
    I be at James Harden house, I'm all in Houston, in the mix
    I'm talkin' 'bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks
    And I don't even know no players
    I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers
    I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up
    And we ain't squashin' shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us
    You niggas better pay up, yeah
    Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer, "Go for a lighter sentence"
    I'on't want no problems with y'all niggas, y'all got women tendencies
    I'on't gotta sell drugs no more, I'm bossed up, I got plenty business
    Ridin' 'round in that Lamb' truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain't rented
    Givin' out my respect, get respect in every city
    Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy
    Fucked around and got plugged in, I'm buyin' that red Richard Mille
    Stay out my lil' brother bidness
    Just know that they gettin' millions

    Press the button right there to let the doors in
    Go hard all year, I'on't care, I'm goin' all in
    This house vibes everywhere, she callin' more friends
    My word or none, ain't lyin', I cannot bargain

    Sippin' wockiana, come here thotiana
    Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah
    What kinda watch you wanted?
    Man, that's nothin' mami
    I'm not bein' funny, ah, yeah, yeah
    I shoulda knew you was gon' rat the day you told me
    A hunnid racks in all dubs, it ain't no foldin' me
    I ain't no puppet, ain't with nobody controllin' me
    I go LeBron when it's crunch time, it ain't no holdin' me
    Got the Maybach, Benz truck, I'm tryna buy one
    I told lil shawty, "Just let bygones be bygones"
    Tell the Feds, "Get off my dick, I don't gotta buy guns"
    They got the right one, yeah

    Press the button right there to let the doors in
    Go hard all year, I'on't care, I'm goin' all in
    This house vibes everywhere, she callin' more friends
    My word or none, ain't lyin', I cannot bargain

    To let the doors in
    I'm goin' all in
    She callin' more friends
    I cannot bargain (I cannot bargain) Writer/s: Chris Rosser, Dominique Jones
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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