Lyrics All the Way - Yung Bans , Austin Lam

All the way yeah, I'm going all the way
I'm in the stars like I'm driving in a wraith
She give me face then I put her in her place
I get that paper like USA Today
Play those games like you ballin in 2k (oooh ooh ooh)
Make it rain got it dripping off the stage (oooh ooh ooh)
Feels like NASCAR cause everything's a race (oooh ooh ooh)
All the way yeah I'm going all the way (oooh ooh ooh)
I'm going all the way

Who can blow the money faster
Who can get it back faster
Pull up I don't need to ask her no
I'm in the whip the music blasting
No no I ain't with the acting
When I'm done you know I'll pass you off
She just want me for the status
She get mad she call me bastard
I'll be here until the last call
They be tripping like some acid
Wish they would just like a cabin
Leave them spinning like some white walls

Getting high like what am I supposed to do
Take another xan for what I'm going through
My brother pour that syrup and their pineapple juice
Gotta get them right leave them dripping in juice
Got these bad bitches and they come by the twos
Drunk downtown now I'm singing the blues
Room full of liquor and we treat it like pools
Dive headfirst man this ain't nothing new

All the way yeah, I'm going all the way
I'm in the stars like I'm driving in a wraith
She give me face then I put her in her place
I get that paper like USA Today
Play those games like you ballin in 2k (oooh ooh ooh)
Make it rain got it dripping off the stage (oooh ooh ooh)
Feels like NASCAR cause everything's a race (oooh ooh ooh)
All the way yeah I'm going all the way (oooh ooh ooh)
I'm going all the way

Aye, make a hoe give me face, hmm
Aye, good neck give me faith, hmm
Aye, eat her pussy get a taste, yea
Designer wrapped around my waist, yea
I rock them glocks like them shits designer
Aye, young rich nigga hundred dollar line up
I'm from another planet pussy you can't find us
I got a bad bitch she said she's from Wakanda
Bend her over
Fuck her in the wraith or the Range Rover
Yea, Young nigga got a fuckin hangover
Aye, hit her shit then split it, I can't stay over
Cus my wifey got good pussy, ain't got no odor

Everybody want some things from me
All these bitches get is pain from me
All these strippers make it rain on 'em
All my exes put the blame on me
I ain't got time to grow old
I'm doing drugs and fucking hoes
I ain't got time for love no
On prescriptions ain't got no cold

All the way yeah, I'm going all the way
I'm in the stars like I'm driving in a wraith
She give me face then I put her in her place
I get that paper like USA Today
Play those games like you ballin in 2k (oooh ooh ooh)
Make it rain got it dripping off the stage (oooh ooh ooh)
Feels like NASCAR cause everything's a race (oooh ooh ooh)
All the way yeah I'm going all the way
I'm going all the way

Aye, Make a hoe gimme face
Hoe gimme face
Hoe gimme face