A.M.P (All My People)

Hey, yeah

Ooh

It's M I A yeah

Yeah

Hey

Don't bring your gun there

Don't bother, bother me

You can't take me

You want me, pay me

You can't 2Pac me, you can't Biggie me

I've got a bikini with a bikini in Bequia

They wanna stop me, Galliano sack me

I'll keep on comin' back, like your fuckin' acne

I am proactive brand new perspective

Back on a mac tip with matchin' red lipstick

Baby, got back, I got front

You got a stack, I got a trunk

You got some junk, throw it in the bank

You think you get this but this ain't what you think

All my people say

All my people say

I'm not on seven, I'm on eleven

The difference is kinda like Devon and Yemen

When I go, oh, man, I say, yeah, man

I open up a club and fill it strictly full of woman

My mama go to church, she says "Amen"

She also says, "Why are men teamin' up with Demon?"

I love all men they all take me heaven

I can't keep myself in check like a mormon

Baby got back, I got front

You got a stack, I got a trunk

You got some junk, throw it in the bank

You think you get this but this ain't what you think

All my people say

All my people say

Can't be got, I'm a cyber dog

I fight the bots, I free up a lot like

Like a Chinese a chop, chop

Put it in your hip hop pop

Encrypt and code it and I put it on your laptop

Bubble up pop, pop

In my new bop, bop

E'd up head up and I gon' beat a body up

This is immediate

We don't need no media

Feel it, reel it, pull it

We gon' light the city up

We gon' light the city up

We gon' light the city up

All my people say

All my people say

All my people say

All my people say

All my people say