Fat Trel - All The Cash lyrics

(Hey hold up hold Money my time n***a What's poppin man) Boy you ain't no drive by got grams in the paper bag Boy you b**hes lame it a b**h sixteen you n***as pay for that Boy I drop a bag I hit the gas on them paper crate Boy you n***as mad I got all the swag and got all the cash I got all the cash Boy you ain't no drive by got grams in the paper bag Boy you b**hes lame it a b**h sixteen you n***as pay for that Boy I drop a bag I hit the gas on them paper crate Boy you n***as bad I got all the swag and got all the cash Am refugee so actually I count the bags Pitched over the whip got Arizona tags Ass free the bands free it's like am zona man Bullets holes same size Arizona can't Polly rocking got it poppin call it ricky tan (ricky tan) Told that hoe to bring a friend I got miley zan I got benz b**h my bank accounts they swolled up In mah marty montana voy its hold up p**y n***a rolled up I shot the door up I Chicago mah ocoee throw the folds up Got mah b**hes walking round with the nose up I call Marty Martin b**h and this is what he told us Boy you ain't no trap eye got grabs in the paper bag Boy you b**hes lame you b**hes pay for that Boy I drop a bag hit the gas on them paper tag Boy you n***as mad n***as mad I got all the cash I got all the cash I got all the cash Boy you ain't no drive by I got grabs in the paper bag Boy you b**hes lame you n***as pay for that Boy you n***as mad n***as mad I got all the cash I got all the cash I got all the cash Go put that sh** in the sandwich bag Shooters on yo a** with them d**hs Playing laser tags whipping up the seen She so hard making razor man Throwing up them racks in the club gettin table dance Steppin on the lane pop the perp now am lazy now Put the trolley in the b**h she trip getting crazy now Wanna settle down talk 'bout having babies now Put em in the kitchen whippin bricks being babies now Boy you ain't no child you be lacking never got distracted All mah n***as laugh and get money put you on yo back Post it on the avenue board yeah that where we at n***as here they trafficking water here and a couple traps Boy you ain't no drive by I got grabs in the paper bag Boy you b**hes lame you n***as pay for that Boy you n***as mad n***as mad I got all the cash I got all the cash I got all the cash Boy you ain't no drive by I got grabs in the paper bag Boy you n***as mad n***as mad I got all the cash I got all the cash I got all the cash