All For The Cash lyrics

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I'm getting all of this cash, I put it all in a bag
Smoking on all of this gas, might just pull up in a Jag
Dripping with all of this swag, these b*tches be calling me dad
I'm popping all of these tags, that's why these n*ggas is mad
Yeah these n*ggas is mad
Yeah, that's why these n*ggas is mad
All these n*ggas is mad
Yeah these n*ggas, they mad
That's why these n*ggas, they mad

[Verse 1: Don Q]
I'm coming straight out the sewer
I made me some mula so now I'm the chosen one
Straight to the jeweler, they see the face on the Mueller
Just wait 'til the Rolex come
I was driving a hoopty, a stolen one
My passenger strapped with a loaded gun
You getting too close, where I know you from?
All these drugs got me going numb
Bagging green like a lawnmower
Had a few grams, had to start lower
Got a car show in my garage door
Valentino sneakers cost Chicago
b*tch get me shows overseas for me
b*tch roll up this weed for me
She make sure I never leave horny
Cause every time she put that thing on me
We pull up, they poppin' the vents
Hop out the Benz, and I got that thing on me
She see the chain and the rings on me
You thought it was crack, [?] kings only
They talking but I do not hear 'em yet
n*ggas hatin', guess they still upset
They leaving comments and they sending threats
I got hitters with me when I'm the jects
[Hook: PnB Rock]
I'm getting all of this cash, I put it all in a bag
Smoking on all of this gas, might just pull up in a Jag
Dripping with all of this swag, these b*tches be calling me dad
I'm popping all of these tags, that's why these n*ggas is mad
Yeah these n*ggas is mad
Yeah, that's why these n*ggas is mad
All these n*ggas is mad
Yeah these n*ggas, they mad
That's why these n*ggas, they mad

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Racks on me
Bet I got the stacks on me
You can smell this gas on me
Cause b*tch I got that sack on me
I been ballin' for a while, I get money by the pound
b*tches ain't want me before, all them hoes they want me now
Girl you should've stuck around, now you wanna f*ck around
You want me because I'm up, where was you when I was down?
I used to be broke but I'm rich
Yeah I done come up with my n*ggas
It's dope in the water, no swishers
I use the same clothes, all my pictures
It's five in the morning, I'm working
I'm killing these n*ggas on purpose
I walk in the mall and I'm splurging
I'm wavy young n*gga, I'm surfing
[Hook: PnB Rock]
I'm getting all of this cash, I put it all in a bag
Smoking on all of this gas, might just pull up in a Jag
Dripping with all of this swag, these b*tches be calling me dad
I'm popping all of these tags, that's why these n*ggas is mad
Yeah these n*ggas is mad
Yeah, that's why these n*ggas is mad
All these n*ggas is mad
Yeah these n*ggas, they mad
That's why these n*ggas, they mad