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All in, all in If you tossing money I am all in Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then I just left yo bitch and I got all in All in, all in Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling And I swear that this money keep calling But as long as it keeps coming I am all in Aww damn Just got some guns and some balls yeaa Never wanna hear all in That mac and tec be cousins They be bussin, they cussin Toolie out im like fuck it Unless the police come I won't tuck it for nothing Heard niggas on that fuck shit Click clack this nina ready to fuck shit Catch up no Dj Mustard Boy you ain't getting no money if I ain't love it Money be my discussion You ain't discussing money, I ain't talkin All in, all in If you tossing money I am all in Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then Letras de cancionesI just left yo bitch and I got all in All in, all in Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling And I swear that this money keep calling But as long as it keeps coming I am all in All in, met yo bitch and I was all in that thang When I pull up I went all in the paint Trap house, flats all in that thang Nah boy you can't hang, nigga you can't hang You ain't with the glo gang, you ain't with the gang gang I be spitting propane It's something that I know man I be balling, I be wilding VIP and fuck a line And I be all up in the club Standing all over the couches And I do this shit for Blood Henny all over the couches If you talking bout that money, I swear I am bout it All in, all in If you tossing money I am all in Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then I just left yo bitch and I got all in All in, all in Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling And I swear that this money keep calling But as long as it keeps coming I am all in I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes I got all the rolls, I be on the road I can count this money with my eyes closed Ride by you, bye-bye ho! Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls I'm bout my pesos, my rolls You ain't talkin pesos I shoot you in ya nose And ya mouth Cuz you wasn't talking right Better bring that money to the light BITCH NIGGA Cuz i'm a rich nigga For a show I need 6 figures You talking 30 bands, I'ma take it But your show I might not make it Hoes think I am Jamaican Rastafari dreads they be shaking Pull up on they block, niggas shaking Click clack this ning ding finna get baking Bitch, I eat bacon But I don't fuck with big, see them then I shake it They gon try to strip me naked Take me to the cell I can take it It ain't nothing, aye Nigga try me then it's bussin 10-10, call a 10-10 code 10 Cuz that ning ding be my twin twin That's the only friend I got Other than guap My momma told me trust no one Snakes in the grass one of em gon bite I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes I got all the rolls, I be on the road I can count this money with my eyes closed Ride by you, bye-bye ho! Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls I thought you mothafuckin knew Pull up bitch i'm bout my rolls You ain't talking rolls then we bout to blow At your mothafuckin skull and your fucking nose And your teeth nigga We gonna make your dumbass bleed nigga 30 in this ning ding nigga It's a drill bitch, ding ding nigga From Letras Mania