Текст песни All In - ZaeHD & CEO

Ooh
Ooh
What?
Oh yuh
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
(Them hits don't make no sense)
Ooh, damn, yeah them hits don't make no sense (don't make no sense)
This ain't Christmas,
but we snatchin' like the Grinch (like the Grinch)
Start in five, get you n*ggas off your meds
My money yards, and your money is an inch
Damn (damn, damn) where the time go?
You want bread? b*tch I want the whole loaf
And it's winter, let me put on my coat
HighDef Gang, it's just me and the bros
Uh, all of my n*ggas got stacks (stacks)
Bend it over let me tap (uh)
I don't want that lil' thot (uh-uh)
And her teeth got gaps (what?)
Dollar signs, all I see (see)
If it ain't blue, then it's green (green)
Money countin' machine (sheen)
When it's done, cha-ching (cha-ching)
Like a diesel, b*tch Uber to my di*k (Uber to my di*k)
Don't you kiss her, ‘cause it's me on her lips
So much money, and my pocket got a limp
You need a diary, ‘cause you are a wimp
Imma go all in (all in)
Money stacked like tall as hell
Between me and you? I'm the boss man
I might snatch your b*tch, without caution
I'm so fresh to death, throw me in a coffin
I got the white like Triple K,
get two in interest, and spent on a Wraith
Keep up with me, keep up ya pace
Not in my feelings, I am not Drake
She want the feelings, I want the cake
She Uber to me, I put c*cks on her face
Stay in the lines, no I don't trace
Go to the Mars, I feel like I'm laced
Jump out the spot (jump out the spot)
Like Jack-in-the-Box (like Jack-in-the-Box)
I need a loop-di-loop (di-loop), I need me a knot (I need me a knot)
What I am wearing, you cannot find,
it's not in style (You cannot find)
She pressin' on me,
I do not want her, I told her kick rocks (get gone)
*Gasp, gasp* The boy can't breathe
I got a big dresser in my jeans (in my jeans)
I got a big V on my tees (VLONE)
Allergic to koalas, need to sneeze (achoo)
Comme des Garçon, heart on my nip-ple (on my nip-ple)
You smoking on some qual, my n*ggas smoking sim-ple
Ice around my neck (what's that?), i-ci-cle (uh)
We be going up (where?), cre-scen-do
Bang, bang, bang, bang (uh)
You can call me Martin Luther King, I had a dream (I had a dream)
If a n*gga try me, he gon' have to see my team
Tell him bend it over,
imma beat him break a spleen (spleen, spleen, spleen, spleen)
We got money, that's a fact
All of you n*ggas some rats, tell her come sit on my lap
You n*ggas still drinking that tap
Tap water, slaughter your daughter
Need a cut, let me hit up my barber
f*ck with me, then you have to move smarter
Pull up in that bald head like I'm Coach Carter
Roll it off, one percent, I need a charger
Please don't call my phone, I don't like to be bothered
Psst
Lemme let you in on a secret
AYY! Ooh!
Phow, phow, phow, ooh
All in, all in, all in, all in
For you and your friends, ayy
Turn up
Wipe me down like Boosie
(For you and your friends)
(All in)
Turn up, check, check
Uh, neck, neck
Uh, yet, yet
Uh