Young Chop - All On Me lyrics

[Hook: Lil Breeze] I get mad money, it's throwing a temper tantrum Your b**h all on me, she said that I'm very handsome But ain't no time for romancin', ice all on my Rolex dancin' Long way from public housing, now I got to get a mansion [Hook: Lil Breeze] I get mad money, it's throwing a temper tantrum Your b**h all on me, she said that I'm very handsome But ain't no time for romancin', ice all on my Rolex dancin' Long way from public housing, now I got to get a mansion [Verse 1: Lil Breeze] Ain't no way out, I'm too deep in this sh** Can't hear I'm talking, money machine it be beeping and sh** Pop out the cut, yeah you know I be creeping and sh** Breeze out here making bands, why you sleeping and sh**? I be trapping so damn hard, fell asleep in the whip Hustle hard around the clock and make them Benjamins flip The studio my second home, yeah I be making them hits But when that kitchen water whippin', watch the flick of the wrist You know lil b**h is casting out I'm the n***a this b**h is talking 'bout My time, ain't no time for timing out Lil Breeze don't f** with you haters now If you play about my money Consequences, repercussions Straight action, ain't no discussion On the news, shown to the public [Hook: Lil Breeze] I get mad money, it's throwing a temper tantrum Your b**h all on me, she said that I'm very handsome But ain't no time for romancin', ice all on my Rolex dancin' Long way from public housing, now I got to get a mansion [Hook: Lil Breeze] I get mad money, it's throwing a temper tantrum Your b**h all on me, she said that I'm very handsome But ain't no time for romancin', ice all on my Rolex dancin' Long way from public housing, now I got to get a mansion [Verse 2: Lud Foe] She just called me s**er I f** her but I don't love her A n***a always be cuffing That n***a's an undercover Can't wife her, no I can't trust her Won't f** her under the covers Might pa** her off to my brothers I smash your ho then I duck her She told me take off the rubber You stupid lil motherf**er I got more rhymes than Busta These bullets burn you like Usher In the foreign, call it ketchup Bucket seats, call it mustard Paramedics pick the mess up P got hit with the rest p**y n***as always running they mouth, f** a discussion Call my shooters they gon' run in your house and get to bustin' We got TEC-9's, MAC-10's, designer guns, FN I got redbones, yellowbones, f** her and her best friend [Hook: Lil Breeze] I get mad money, it's throwing a temper tantrum Your b**h all on me, she said that I'm very handsome But ain't no time for romancin', ice all on my Rolex dancin' Long way from public housing, now I got to get a mansion [Hook: Lil Breeze] I get mad money, it's throwing a temper tantrum Your b**h all on me, she said that I'm very handsome But ain't no time for romancin', ice all on my Rolex dancin' Long way from public housing, now I got to get a mansion