All There (feat. Yung Bans)

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    Huh, yeah
    Yeah
    Let's go, let's go

    I just woke up, checked my bank account and it's all there
    On 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here
    Free my brother Melly, swear my nigga been locked up all year
    Took a nigga main and paint her face, we can all share
    Tall skinny nigga, she say I look like a ball player
    I don't do no malls, you know everything I got rare
    Lit this bitch up, my neck look like a chandelier
    Bitch, my neck look like a chandelier

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    If I'm [?], it ain't on the market
    [?] Martian
    Off of this Earth, I feel like a Martian
    Hop in the spaceship and I start it
    All of my bitches look like Barbies
    Rockstar, Ed Hardy
    All these rap niggas be garbage
    Got me stayin' with Playboi Carti

    I just woke up, checked my bank account, and it's all there
    I've been gettin' rack, on rack, on rack, and it's all year
    Mink coat, got fur all on my back, like a tall bear
    He was talkin' on a neck, now his boy is a polar bear
    I'ma count a hundred bands, lil' bitch
    Big stick, when he seen, he ran
    Good drank, yeah, we sip it again
    Talk down, he [?] again
    I'ma fuck up on her sister again
    Heat a nigga like a blister again
    I'ma drop another hit again
    She all on me 'cause I'm rich, goddamn
    Stars on the roof, feelin' like an alien
    A hundred shooters and they all aliens
    Walk in the party, she all in my face again
    I roll another one and I'm facin' it
    Big body coupe, man, I feel like racin' it
    I see the bar, Then I'm always raisin' it
    These niggas dried out like a raisins
    Fuckin' the game up, need some maintenance
    Yeah, money, it's so high, it's damn near touching God
    Yeah, life is good like Future, I ain't talkin' Odd
    Yeah, your lil' man a loser, he not touchin' I
    Yeah, turned him to an angel, we gon' make him fly

    I just woke up, checked my bank account and it's all there
    On 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here
    Free my brother Melly, swear my nigga been locked up all year
    Took a nigga main and paint her face, we can all share
    Tall skinny nigga, she say I look like a ball player (woah)
    I don't do no malls, you know everything I do rare (woah)
    Lit this bitch up, my neck look like a chandelier (woah, woah, woah)
    Bitch, my neck look like a chandelier

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