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All of it Lyrics[Chorus: Yeat]
I was ridin' 'round in my Tonka (Skrrt)
I was servin' bags then blew up like I'm Osama (Fuck)
Richer than your dad, richer than your mama (Fuck)
Richard Milli', baguettes on it, we got lots of diamonds
When I'm in that Maybach, that bitch pull up, suck my privates
I done bought the whole Chanel, I done bought everything, all of it
All my diamonds way too big, all my diamonds flawless (Flawless)
Heard that you was talking shit, best pull up then talk it (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1: Yung Kayo]
She said she want ten, I want all of it (Yeah)
My car hard to reverse, and I'm stalling it (Uh-huh)
Why you keep pressing play when I'm pausing it? (I'm pausing it, yeah)
I'ma crush it, I'm all in her organs (Uh-huh, yeah)
You see the quarter on my wrist (My wrist)
I've been holding two seven in Rick (Two sevеn, milli')
All my niggas going stan with the Smith (Bah)
Left out the hood with thе piece, take a sniff (Uh)
Me and lil' turban done came with the Taliban (Taliban)
In the cup put the pint, put the nine in my other hand (Uh-huh)
We got them bitches raidin', I'ma jump in it
You not an axe, man (Nope), I came with a lumberjack
I swear the murders where we came from (Murder)
You feel the heat? The engine let it run
Like I'm the moon reflecting from the sun (Uh-huh)
I got the water on me, it's a ton
I swear that bro counting sheep (Counting sh—)
He might be Mary, lil' lamb (Mary)
I'm eating curry in a Lamb' (Uh-huh)
I'ma post-fantasize on a fan (Uh-huh)
I got 'bout twenty 9's and I'm carrying it
You might lost a friend, its too bad, had to bury them (Uh-huh)
Like I'm a ship or a crane, I'ma carry him
I'ma click with the stick, look at me like I'm carrying it (Uh-huh)
Yeah, damn, carrying
Put that boy on the sand like I'm burying him (The sand)
Got thirty in the cul-de-sac, I'ma air it out (Cul-de-sac)
I'ma bring all the bitches to The Paramount (Boom-boom)
Everything we build, I swear you keep tearing down
All my men oop just like I'm Larry now (Yeah)
She said, "I want quarter," want all of it (All of it)
She said, "I want half," I want all of it (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Yeat]
I don't rock with them boys, they tell (Shh, shh)
I be rockin' Chanel (Fuck, fuck)
I just crank on a bitch like a bell (Crank)
Only use one hand like Odell ('ell)
Shipping gas, you could tell by the smell
Big bag with the Glock in it, yeah (Buh, buh)
How do you know it's no stoppin' it? (Yeah)
I just woke up and I'm popping shit (Yeah)
Twin on the way, he been robbin' shit (Buh)
Bitch, it's night or it's day, I'm still rockin' it (Yeah)
We the new wave, better acknowledge it (Huh?)
I'm on the Percs', I been nodding it (Hey)
In Saint Laurent, got lot of it (YSL)
How you a snitch but you proud of it? (Huh?)
Bitch said she up but she outta here (Yeah)
I got the Lamb', Forgiato-ed it (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Yeat]
I was ridin' 'round in my Tonka (Skrrt)
I was servin' bags then blew up like I'm Osama (Fuck)
Richer than your dad, richer than your mama (Fuck)
Richard Milli', baguettes on it, we got lots of diamonds
When I'm in that Maybach, that bitch pull up, suck my privates
I done bought the whole Chanel, I done bought everything, all of it
All my diamonds way too big, all my diamonds flawless (Flawless)
Heard that you was talking shit, best pull up then talk it