All This Money

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I said make them say
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Yeah, I'm about to break a whole check yeah
 In my 'Melo jersey, no gold, no beck yeah
 I ain't got much but I'll make a nigga fresh yeah
 We the indie Puffy spend the budget on the set Yeah
 Yeah spend it all on the video, riding in the slingshot
 Downtown pretty though
 Tell me when to go
 Just bumpin' on the radio
 Tell me when you're going to the mall
 I'm trying to spend it bro
 Yeah, guess they right
 Never should've gave ya'll niggas money
 Got fat 'cause there used to be nothing in my tummy
 Got my foot up in the door and all my niggas coming
 And Parker so smart that he got ya'll all dummy
 Was pretty bad before, now I'm just reckless
 Apple Ciroc for dinner, lunch and breakfast
 You know how it goes if you got it better spend it
 And if you ain't got it I suggest you go and get it
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Yeah pretty motherfucker
 Better go and smile for the camera
 Might stash a little
 I ain't going out like Hammer
 Can't spare to save my life
 But getting money from my Grandma
 The boy so charming, I get it from my grammar
 Now I ain't got a lot, but it's more than a little bit
 Same old Groggs I ain't out here getting ignorant
 But I'd be lying though if I said I'm not belligerent
 I guess that's just the life when you're out here killing shit
 Yeah I'm out here killing shit
 Massacre, killing shit
 Maybe not a little bit
 Okay not even a little bit
 You get it? Yeah?
 A little bit
 Okay I'm sounding ignorant
 Spent my last 50 cents out my fucking piggy bank
 They ain't got no veggies shit on the dollar menu man
 Now a nigga hungry but my 'fit is on Pootie Tang
 Yep
 Unruly man
 'Fit is on Pootie Tang
 Graduated from Cooley man nigga gone do his thing
 (I'm nice as fuck!)
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Ay man, let me tell you something man
 I don't care if you only got
 $27 dollars in your paycheck
 Go ahead, take your ass to H&M or Zara
 Or something get you a couple of shirts
 Just don't get one of them motherfuckers
 With the zippers on the side
 I don't even know who's idea it was to put a zipper on the side
 Like what... what you 'gone?
 I don't even know what the fuck I'm saying
 
 I said make them say
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Yeah, I'm about to break a whole check yeah
 In my 'Melo jersey, no gold, no beck yeah
 I ain't got much but I'll make a nigga fresh yeah
 We the indie Puffy spend the budget on the set Yeah
 Yeah spend it all on the video, riding in the slingshot
 Downtown pretty though
 Tell me when to go
 Just bumpin' on the radio
 Tell me when you're going to the mall
 I'm trying to spend it bro
 Yeah, guess they right
 Never should've gave ya'll niggas money
 Got fat 'cause there used to be nothing in my tummy
 Got my foot up in the door and all my niggas coming
 And Parker so smart that he got ya'll all dummy
 Was pretty bad before, now I'm just reckless
 Apple Ciroc for dinner, lunch and breakfast
 You know how it goes if you got it better spend it
 And if you ain't got it I suggest you go and get it
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Yeah pretty motherfucker
 Better go and smile for the camera
 Might stash a little
 I ain't going out like Hammer
 Can't spare to save my life
 But getting money from my Grandma
 The boy so charming, I get it from my grammar
 Now I ain't got a lot, but it's more than a little bit
 Same old Groggs I ain't out here getting ignorant
 But I'd be lying though if I said I'm not belligerent
 I guess that's just the life when you're out here killing shit
 Yeah I'm out here killing shit
 Massacre, killing shit
 Maybe not a little bit
 Okay not even a little bit
 You get it? Yeah?
 A little bit
 Okay I'm sounding ignorant
 Spent my last 50 cents out my fucking piggy bank
 They ain't got no veggies shit on the dollar menu man
 Now a nigga hungry but my 'fit is on Pootie Tang
 Yep
 Unruly man
 'Fit is on Pootie Tang
 Graduated from Cooley man nigga gone do his thing
 (I'm nice as fuck!)
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Ay man, let me tell you something man
 I don't care if you only got
 $27 dollars in your paycheck
 Go ahead, take your ass to H&M or Zara
 Or something get you a couple of shirts
 Just don't get one of them motherfuckers
 With the zippers on the side
 I don't even know who's idea it was to put a zipper on the side
 Like what... what you 'gone?
 I don't even know what the fuck I'm saying
 
 I said make them say
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Yeah, I'm about to break a whole check yeah
 In my 'Melo jersey, no gold, no beck yeah
 I ain't got much but I'll make a nigga fresh yeah
 We the indie Puffy spend the budget on the set Yeah
 Yeah spend it all on the video, riding in the slingshot
 Downtown pretty though
 Tell me when to go
 Just bumpin' on the radio
 Tell me when you're going to the mall
 I'm trying to spend it bro
 Yeah, guess they right
 Never should've gave ya'll niggas money
 Got fat 'cause there used to be nothing in my tummy
 Got my foot up in the door and all my niggas coming
 And Parker so smart that he got ya'll all dummy
 Was pretty bad before, now I'm just reckless
 Apple Ciroc for dinner, lunch and breakfast
 You know how it goes if you got it better spend it
 And if you ain't got it I suggest you go and get it
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Yeah pretty motherfucker
 Better go and smile for the camera
 Might stash a little
 I ain't going out like Hammer
 Can't spare to save my life
 But getting money from my Grandma
 The boy so charming, I get it from my grammar
 Now I ain't got a lot, but it's more than a little bit
 Same old Groggs I ain't out here getting ignorant
 But I'd be lying though if I said I'm not belligerent
 I guess that's just the life when you're out here killing shit
 Yeah I'm out here killing shit
 Massacre, killing shit
 Maybe not a little bit
 Okay not even a little bit
 You get it? Yeah?
 A little bit
 Okay I'm sounding ignorant
 Spent my last 50 cents out my fucking piggy bank
 They ain't got no veggies shit on the dollar menu man
 Now a nigga hungry but my 'fit is on Pootie Tang
 Yep
 Unruly man
 'Fit is on Pootie Tang
 Graduated from Cooley man nigga gone do his thing
 (I'm nice as fuck!)
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Oh my god!
 I ain't done shit, all my life
 I'm about to spend four, 'bout five
 I'm about to spend all this money
 Ay man, let me tell you something man
 I don't care if you only got
 $27 dollars in your paycheck
 Go ahead, take your ass to H&M or Zara
 Or something get you a couple of shirts
 Just don't get one of them motherfuckers
 With the zippers on the side
 I don't even know who's idea it was to put a zipper on the side
 Like what... what you 'gone?
 I don't even know what the fuck I'm saying
 

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Duration
03:17
Key
3
Tempo
184 BPM

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