K Young - Do it all lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] In the middle of the night we still shine bright Lamborghini doors up, f** 5 mics 24 carat Rolex, street merit I'm in love with money, my women seen Paris Bad b**hes all bleeding in the red bottoms Squad of cheerleaders but you know I rare doubt em Pick them out, skip about, just to trick em out Pop a rubberband purple rain pistol pow Beverly Hills, chill that's 70 mill I love her becky but damn check out ebony hips I'm in the M6 with a slim chick (boss) I'm a big boy talking big business! [Hook] It's all in the name of love All in the name of love yeah I'll do anything for my favourite girl It's all in the name of love All in the name of love Do it all for my money I do anything for my favourite, girl [Verse 2: Game] Louis Vuitton Don I say this a mother f**ing cold world f**ing with old girl Life is a b**h and I'mma f** it till the toes curl 2 feet up in this rap sh** Went from snapbacks to fitted caps Back to snapbacks, sh** ain't the same The n***as know I was pushing 8 balls Dreaming about Jigga's dough How am I supposed to get it, though? With 6 n***as hustling at the same liquor store It's my corner, don't make me let that f**ing four nickel go Then I woke up, sh** was just a bad dream And that part of my life is just ink in a magazine Four XXL covers, Source and The Vibe Rap was an empty swimming pool, and I still took the dive Now its Phantoms in my front yard, dobermans in the back Wear my black coat black cause I'm the coldest on the track(track) Matter of fact I'm the coldest in the game Hence my f**ing name, a permanent bloodstain [Hook] [Verse 3: Cashis] I stack it I'm a boss like Ross Haters round the world I'll ball at y'all cost Stab blew that big straps I got em Big digits, we go get it with no problem Old school whips with a modern day engine Its tuned to huntin the chip in em Like Jordan back to back a champ you can see winning God didn't front to true sinners Money is my b**h a slave to die with us She'll die to go with me Blissfully ball till shots sent for me We holding hands in the middle of the streets s**as want to get to you, they better bring the end of me [Hook] [Verse 4: K-Young] Monte converted coupes damn right we shine bright Miami sky line boy we love the lime light Bad b**hes with me I better f** them all She's sees the Breitling shining, she loves the Audemars b**hes from Brazil count that half a mill VVS stones b**h and them sh**s be real Choppers in the ride so don't play with me Catch a homicide and head right back to Germany Louie loafers b**h I stay clean S65 that's my new Mercedes Dope boy dreams balling like the 80's Sticking to the motto: "n***a f** you, pay me"