Listen to All This Money by Injury Reserve

All This Money

Injury Reserve

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Lyrics

I said make them say Oh my god! I ain't done shit, all my life I'm about to spend four, 'bout five I'm about to spend all this money Oh my god! I ain't done shit, all my life I'm about to spend four, 'bout five I'm about to spend all this money Yeah, I'm about to break a whole check yeah In my 'Melo jersey, no gold, no beck yeah I ain't got much but I'll make a nigga fresh yeah We the indie Puffy spend the budget on the set Yeah Yeah spend it all on the video, riding in the slingshot Downtown pretty though Tell me when to go Just bumpin' on the radio Tell me when you're going to the mall I'm trying to spend it bro Yeah, guess they right Never should've gave ya'll niggas money Got fat 'cause there used to be nothing in my tummy Got my foot up in the door and all my niggas coming And Parker so smart that he got ya'll all dummy Was pretty bad before, now I'm just reckless Apple Ciroc for dinner, lunch and breakfast You know how it goes if you got it better spend it And if you ain't got it I suggest you go and get it Oh my god! I ain't done shit, all my life I'm about to spend four, 'bout five I'm about to spend all this money Oh my god! I ain't done shit, all my life I'm about to spend four, 'bout five I'm about to spend all this money Yeah pretty motherfucker Better go and smile for the camera Might stash a little I ain't going out like Hammer Can't spare to save my life But getting money from my Grandma The boy so charming, I get it from my grammar Now I ain't got a lot, but it's more than a little bit Same old Groggs I ain't out here getting ignorant But I'd be lying though if I said I'm not belligerent I guess that's just the life when you're out here killing shit Yeah I'm out here killing shit Massacre, killing shit Maybe not a little bit Okay not even a little bit You get it? Yeah? A little bit Okay I'm sounding ignorant Spent my last 50 cents out my fucking piggy bank They ain't got no veggies shit on the dollar menu man Now a nigga hungry but my 'fit is on Pootie Tang Yep Unruly man 'Fit is on Pootie Tang Graduated from Cooley man nigga gone do his thing (I'm nice as fuck!) Oh my god! I ain't done shit, all my life I'm about to spend four, 'bout five I'm about to spend all this money Oh my god! I ain't done shit, all my life I'm about to spend four, 'bout five I'm about to spend all this money Ay man, let me tell you something man I don't care if you only got $27 dollars in your paycheck Go ahead, take your ass to H&M or Zara Or something get you a couple of shirts Just don't get one of them motherfuckers With the zippers on the side I don't even know who's idea it was to put a zipper on the side Like what... what you 'gone? I don't even know what the fuck I'm saying
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