All There (feat. Peso Peso)

It's all there Ain't 'bout a pair Aw yeah

Two hundred pound of super, I'm litty, it's all there Crossin' niggas all on the court like ballplayers I can make two hundred a week, it's not fair Walkin' in the bank with a bitch with long hair

Nigga tell me what that money do Hatin' in your feelings 'cause you broke and she won't fuck with you Ballin' on these niggas, I can't stop because I love to hoop

Cookin', I'm a chef, TSF, we untouchable Youngins hoppin' out the SRT and they love to shoot Three or four bitches up in my car, I don't fuck with girls Nigga broke and he be rattin' to them folks, we don't fuck with you I'm out of town, why? Bitch I'm on a flight and makin' money moves I need another ticket This shit slow up then I'ma go pick up a hundred chickens My diamonds hittin', punchin' niggas like they Sonny Liston I'm still on that ball, get to runnin', listen I got Lamborghini, new Balenci'

Two hundred pound of super, I'm litty, it's all there Crossin' niggas all on the court like ballplayers I can make two hundred a week, it's not fair Walkin' in the bank with a bitch with long hair

Ain't I richer than a bitch? Big ass diamond chain, Gucci Mane 2006 (Mm-hmm) Cup syrup in my cup cost six hundred, I ain't sick (No I ain't) She say I'm a asshole, nah bitch I'm the shit Yeah I got some money and I started actin' different Who the fuck wanna get rich to be stuck up in the trenches? Bae I come from slangin' iron, sellin' dope, pimpin' bitches Jumpin' fences, it was vicious Now it's corporate structure business for the millions

Two hundred pound of super, I'm litty, it's all there Crossin' niggas all on the court like ballplayers I can make two hundred a week, it's not fair Walkin' in the bank with a bitch with long hair Nigga tell me what that money do Hatin' in your feelings 'cause you broke and she won't fuck with you Ballin' on these niggas, I can't stop because I love to hoop Cookin', I'm a chef, TSF, we untouchable

I'm a Bay City Black Cat troublemaker Still flyin', I still got a couple haters Sittin' on my toilet paper You won't be cookin' more like the Baconator

D chain hang low, do a wobble to the floor Do a shine in the light, in the dark do a glow Baby say she wanna freak on me Put your hands on your knees, let me see you touch toes Hell yeah, fuck her right, Lil Wayne, mask and yellin' out "Hyper"

Bitch I'm the boogeyman, my name is Gucci Mane, that motherfucker just might, burr I ain't been takin' my medicine lately, I been actin' crazy I'm doin' some things that I shouldn't AR-15 shoot fully, three hundred blacked out bullet Coolin' kid make sure it's coolin', blrrt

Litty, it's all there Crossin' niggas all on the court like ballplayers I can make two hundred a week, it's not fair Walkin' in the bank with a bitch with long hair