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young dolph - all about lyrics

[intro]
it’s all about skrilla
it’s all about cash
it’s all about paper
it’s all about weight

[hook]
i just spent your budget on my right wrist
in a drop top smoking kush with my white b-tch
i just turned your main b-tch to my side b-tch
how you get that new rarri and it ain’t out yet
(i don’t know, d-mn)
it’s all about money, it’s all about cake
i’m getting too much, i keep a toothache
it’s all about paper, and i’m super straight
ain’t getting no money then you in the way
it’s all about money, it’s all about cake
i’m getting too much, i keep a toothache
it’s all about paper and i’m super straight

[verse 1]
riding in some foreign through atlanta
balmain jeans and saint laurent bandana
why i sag so hard b-tch mind your manners
excuse me i’m high as h-ll, b-tch mind your business
was f-cked up, now i’m doing tremendous
we talkin’ about money, you know i got plenty
all of my b-tches, they look like a vixen
all of my n-ggas trigger finger itchin’
i can’t help it that i’m paid as f-ck and all of these n-ggas b-tches love me
i can’t help i paid these b-tches no mind, and they still wanna f-ck me
pull up, count the bread, and i’m gone
i’m getting money, i’m never at home
my little b-tch, she bad to the bone
got dirty in my styrofoam
fresh as f-ck like i’m going to the prom
presidential, obama on my arm
she get in my p-ssenger seat, she gone
it’s over, i won

[verse 2]
it’s all about dealing, it’s all about weight
it ain’t ’bout these b-tches, it’s ’bout getting paid
it ain’t about friends, it’s all about cake
first they love you, then they hate
out here in these streets ain’t n0body straight
that fake sh-t i can’t relate
i keep heat like mia
and good weed just like la
my lil thick b-tch call her bae
boy i got more weight than you weigh
i got what i got cause i prayed
guess what else i did, i prayed
just got off the phone with god
and he said there’s more on the way
real n-gga 24/7, not every other day
i’m k!lling this sh-t
i’m k!lling this sh-t, counting millions and sh-t
luxury living and sh-t
counting and chilling and sh-t
handling business and sh-t
racks in the ceiling and sh-t
why i got all this ice on me, because my traphouse lit

- young dolph lyrics

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