Lyrics All That - Taysav feat. BuDouble

Bitch, we stack that money to the motherfucking ceiling
Wake up, grab my pole, ain't no stop that motherfucking killing
Cause we with all that
Yeah, my niggas all that
And we bringing all racks
What's the dress code? All black
I say, bitch, you know we trappin' through the motherfucking Pole
If it's four less than O, don't call my motherfucking phone!
What we selling? All crack
What we throwing? All racks
What I'm speaking? All facts
What you working? All packs

Bitch, you broke,
Why you out here flexing? You know you ain't checking
Bitch, I'm first, and I need them seconds, and I need some extras
Call my phone if it's 'bout some work, I get it gone in seconds
Call my phone if it's 'bout some work, I send him to that reverend
I ain't playing, what the fuck you saying? Bitch, I been the man
I'm with that clan
Bitch, we selling grams, I just made fifty bands
You ain't my friend, try to shake my hand, I leave you where you stand
Who is fam? Nah, that ain't my mans, now rob him out his pants!
But we ain't hurting
Bitch, we selling work
Buy yo bitch a purse!
Try to sell packs on my block, you get yo goofy ass dispersed
And if you [?], I'll lay yo bitch ass in a hearse
Way this .40 made him twitch, you think that nigga had a curse
Boy, this shit lethal
When them killers see you, yeah, they leave you see through
Ridin' round the pole in foreign's, used to ride around in Regal's
Bitch, now me and gang be touring, we still ride around with Eagles
If you need some work and I'm not
'Round, I'll plug you with my peoples

Bitch, we stack that money to the motherfucking ceiling
Wake up, grab my pole, ain't no stop that motherfucking killing
Cause we with all that
Yeah, my niggas all that
And we bringing all racks
What's the dress code? All black
I say, bitch, you know we trappin' through the motherfucking Pole
If it's four less than O, don't call my motherfucking phone!
What we selling? All crack
What we throwing? All racks
What I'm speaking? All facts
What you working? All packs

I say, bitch, we stack that money to the motherfucking ceiling
We be drilling
Get caught for this shit, we don't do no snitching
Free bro Cannon, he ain't rat, he took that motherfucking sentence
Twelve ask who did it,
He told they ass to mind they motherfucking business!
You know we don't play about that
And I ain't really got shit to say about that
Fuck with BU, wouldn't want to be you
Lil' nigga better go and pray about that
And that work I make it extra flip
Ain't no extra shit,
Just a extra clip that'll leave a nigga extra stiff
I'm talking extra quick
A-1 Fish-scale, make a nigga want a extra sniff
But I just throw the soda on that, put the Pyrex in the microwave
Take it out, hit it with the ice, use the knife to scrape
Hit the sides, fuck the nines
Load the .40's up cause we ain't stopping 'till we 40 up!
Trapping out the bandos, windows boarded up
Videos only time they recorded us
You see the niggas posted up on they corners, huh?
Head shot, send his ass to the coroner's
Fucking foreigners, driving foreign's
Two bitches scoring, we ain't worried 'bout touring
Yo bitch at my crib, steady saying how you boring
Pop Xans, suck dick 'till her ass snoring
Trap nigga, you can tell by the chorus
Cause my niggas with all of that
And my niggas all that
And my niggas all strapped
What we got? All MAC's
Dress code, all black

Bitch, we stack that money to the motherfucking ceiling
Wake up, grab my pole, ain't no stop that motherfucking killing
Cause we with all that
Yeah, my niggas all that
And we bringing all racks
What's the dress code? All black
I say, bitch, you know we trappin' through the motherfucking Pole
If it's four less than O, don't call my motherfucking phone!
What we selling? All crack
What we throwing? All racks
What I'm speaking? All facts
What you working? All packs