Skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
All in, all in, all in 
Skrrt
All in, all in
If you tossing money, I am all in 
Heard you want a line, nigga, fall in 
I just left your bitch and I got all in 
All in , all in 
Your bitch on me cause I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But long as it keep coming, I am all in 
All in
Just got some guns and some pounds in 
Never wanna hear all in 
That MAC and TEC be cousins
They be busting, they cussing
Toolie out, Im like fuck it 
Unless the police come, I wont tuck it for nothing 
Heard niggas on that fuck shit 
Click-clack, this nina ready to fuck shit 
Catch up, no DJ Mustard 
I wouldnt get no money if I aint love it 
Money my discussion 
You aint discussing money, I aint talkin 
All in, all in 
If you tossing money, I am all in 
Heard you want a line, nigga, fall in 
I just left your bitch and I got all in 
All in , all in 
Your bitch on me cause I keep balling 
And I swear that this money keep calling 
But long as it keep coming, I am all in 
All in
Met your bitch and I was all in that thang 
When I pull up, I went all in the bank 
Traphouse, flats all in that thang 
Naw, boy, you cant hang 
You aint with the Glo Gang 
I be spitting propane 
Its something you already know, man 
I be ballin, I be wildin, VIP and fuck a line in
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 you 
All in, all in 
If you tossing money, I am all in 
Heard you want a line, nigga, fall in 
I just left your bitch and I got all in 
All in, all in 
Your bitch on me cause I keep balling 
And I swear that this money keep calling 
But long as it keep coming, I am all in 
All in
Thats it
DP Beats
Ayy , ayy
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
Im bout motherfuckin rolls
Im bout my motherfucking rolls
Since 2010 
I was sellin dope 
Out my grandma front door, nigga 
Country knockin 
Contact, climb through the back of the burglar bars 
I ran out the crib on they ass, nigga 
And I got indicted, I dont give no fuck, ayy 
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 
Cause Im bout my rolls, bitch, Im bout my rolls
You aint talking rolls, then I gotta go 
I thought you know 
Baby, I am bout my rolls 
Im bout my pesos, my rolls
You aint talking pesos, I shoot you in your nose and your mouth
Cause you wasnt talking right
Better bring that money to the light, bitch nigga
Cause Im a rich nigga, ayy
For a show, I need six figures
You talking thirty bands, Ima take it
But your show, I might not make it, ayy
Hoes think I am Jamaican
Rastafari dreads, they be shaking
Pull up on they block, nigga, shake it
Click-clack, bitch, ning ding finna get baking, ayy
Bitch, I eat bacon
But I dont fuck with pigs, see them, then I shake it
They gon try to strip me naked
Take me to the cell, I can take it
It aint nothing, ayy
Nigga try me, then its bustin, 10-10
Call up 10-10, code ten
Cause that ning ding be my twin, twin
Thats the only friend I got, other than guap
My mama told me trust no one
Snakes in the grass, one of em gon bite, ayy, ayy
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 
Cause Im bout my rolls, bitch, Im bout my rolls 
You aint talking rolls, then I gotta go 
I thought you know 
Baby, I am bout my rolls 
I thought you motherfuckin know
Pull up, bitch, Im bout my rolls
You aint talking rolls, then we bout to blow
At your motherfuckin skull and your fuckin nose
And your teeth, nigga
We gon make your dumb ass bleed, nigga, ayy, ayy
Thirty in this ning ding, nigga, ayy
Its a drill, bitch, ding ding, nigga