All The Cash Fat Trel (Ft. MONEY MONTANA)

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[Intro]
(Hey hold up hold
Money my time nigga
Whats poppin man)

[Chorus]
Boy you ain't no drive by got grams in the paper bag
Boy you bitches lame it a bitch sixteen you niggas pay for that
Boy i drop a bag i hit the gas on them paper crate
Boy you niggas mad i got all the swag and got all the cash
I got all the cash
Boy you ain't no drive by got grams in the paper bag
Boy you bitches lame it a bitch sixteen you niggas pay for that
Boy I drop a bag i hit the gas on them paper crate
Boy you niggas bad i got all the swag and got all the cash

[Verse1]
Am refugee so actually I count the bags
Pitched over the whip got Arizona tags
Ass free the bands free it's like am zona man
Bullets holes same size Arizona can't
Polly rocking got it poppin call it ricky tan (ricky tan)
Told that hoe to bring a friend i got miley zan
I got benz bitch my bank accounts they swolled up
In mah marty montana voy its hold up
Pussy nigga rolled up I shot the door up
I Chicago mah ocoee throw the folds up
Got mah bitches walking round with the nose up
I call Marty Martin bitch and this is what he told us

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