[Intro: Tabius Tate]
Yeah, ha
Eastside Jody
What's happenin', boy?
Tabius Tate right
We gon' get rich, or we gon' die trappin', yeah
These niggas talk, they be just rappin'

[Chorus: Tabius Tate]
I thought the money was a problem but it wasn't
The dope game made me fall out with my cousin
It ain't no love when you grindin', out here hustlin'
They hate it when you make it but they love it when you strugglin'
So a nigga be like fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
I be like fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Eastside Jody]
Fuck 'em all, nigga bust 'em all
Drugs involved, ain't no love at all
Money involved, ain't no trust at all
A hundred bales, I'ma bust 'em all
Don't rush at all, do the speed limit
Trunk got a bunch of weed in it
Old homies turned to bitch on me
Not Quan, but gettin' rich homie
In the hood I'm the big homie
Used to ride with them bricks on me
Always ride with them sticks on me
Get you clipped and your big homie
Gettin' money with the little homies
Salute them niggas, man them niggas hungry
Plug keep laying packs on me
And I keep laying stacks on him
Count it up, we gon' live it up
Trap it out, we don't give a fuck
The numbers good, nigga run it up
Everybody love you when they comin' up
That money got these niggas switchin' up
That money got these niggas bitchin' up
I don't give a fuck, fuck
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