All I Do lyrics

[Verse 1 - Jahlil Beats]
Fly young n*gga, n*gga I’m the sh*t
Bad b*tch with me and she bouncing on my di*k
Got racks in my pocket, throw it on yo chick
She don’t waste time, she gon suck a n*gga di*k
Rollie on my wrist ho
Shawty said I beat it up like Klitchko
Throw that money in the air, Shawty get low
Getting head in the cab while I sip mo
Ball on em, n*gga I ball on em
Make it for a real n*gga so they call on him
Got the sh*t lock, n*gga never fall on em
Hoes poppin, I’mma stack the money tall on em
Tell a b*tch make make it clap
Make it clap and them bands I’mma make it snap
Dope n*gga and this money I’mma make it stack
Told the b*tch shake yo ass then throw it back

[Hook - Jahlil Beats]
All I do is get money and get b*tches
All I do is get money and get b*tches
All I do is get money and get b*tches
All I do is get money and get b*tches

[Verse 2 - Jinsu]
I’m just a young youngin
I’m hittin b*tches, clackin doors
With a lucky charm treatin my di*k like a pot of gold
Grow it adorn, I’m with it then we can start the show
Throw that ass back pourin mo all over them hoes
You with the business, I lick it stick it, I’m getting with it
Hittin older women, you got kids, b*tch I ain’t trippin
Blowin my jack, my n*ggas pourin it up
Pack a loud, blowin it down, Kells rollin it up
n*gga what? Im getting money, bad b*tches on the stand by
New J’s f*ck em, I get em all by the landslide
Probably on some Henny, feeling nice though my man high
Maybe hittin yo b*tch, doggystyle or that ?
I’m on fire, n*gga give a f*ck about the hatin
My shades on, got my f*ckin pupils dilated
See any n*gga in my way, I annihilate him
Don’t put in words so yo b*tch fake it
You n*ggas basic, just face it
On that kid and play sh*t
My day b*tch, yo main b*tch, not knowin she ate kids
Greatness, A list, was statements, just face it
Know on the low I’m your n*ggas’ favourite and plus
(Hook x2)
All I do is get money and get b*tches
All I do is get money and get b*tches
All I do is get money and get b*tches
All I do is get money and get b*tches

[Verse 3 - Problem]
What? This that that gasoline flow
Big di*k swingin, boy ask yo main ho
You f*cked up, my life sweet as mangos
Being with the wind, feeling like an angel
I’m flyin straight through the hood and sh*t
Gotta pay for the homie, let’s jug a b*tch
Goons no Neptunes but they good with clips
King is you gotta deal with, you lose them chips
If you want to, you want to, brought one b*tch
But I want two, I want two, she a ho
But she can come too, can come too
Stay on my toes like it’s no shoe, no shoe
On my motherf*ckin fizzy, my youngin Jahlil all on the biz-eat
Son about to ball on yo b*tch, shout out to BZ
Solar baller bailing around like I’m 10 deep
Still got me sittin 10 feet, n*gga tend me
You better not though
Bet my code name in yo chick iPhone
Never say yea to any b*tch I know
n*gga I go, wuddup? f*ck it! Problem keep goin
f*ck f*ck f*ck em, yea Problem keep hoein
With all of these b*tches, with all of these riches
I collect it can't let my haters get neglected
Ah ah ah ah, pockets big as Texas
Ah ah ah ah, push the L like Alexis
Ah ah ah ah, I got a girl named Alexis
I eat that pus*y and I don’t wanna say breakfast
‘Cause thats what them other corny n*ggas out there saying ..
What??
Yea!