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All About I
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All About I was released on November 15, 2015 by Wild Ginger as a part of the album Really Gettin Money
November 15, 2015
LabelWild Ginger
LanguageEnglish
BPM150
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Lyrics

I came from the gutta, I was raised up on butta
On my toes, I carry toast like I was hustling my butta
For the most part I'm straight, I owe it all to my mother
Owe it all to my granny, granny was my daddy
Aye, seen my daddy barely, I didn't let that shit deter me
I'm hustla, I let the streets take care of me
I'm the answer if the question where the money at
Go get the shovel, I done stacked another money bag
Do you know how much money I am sitting on?
I don't either, I stopped counting it in '96
I think I had a million bucks in 1996
I ain't gon' quit stacking it until I'm 96
I'm a thug, I'm a G, I get money that's all I see
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-I-I-I, you's a duck, but I'm the guy
That's the difference between you and I
These **** don't like me, I don't know why
I can see them hating out the corner of my eye
I know that they plotting, I can see it in they eye
But they got it all wrong, they must don't know about I
I stack that money to the sky, that's the difference between you and I
I'm that motherfucking guy
Let me tell you one thing about I, I'm one of a kind
You can never be I
Aye, ain't no "I" in team, but it's a "I" in win
So if your plan including winning, **** I am in
If you talking 'bout that cash, **** I am in
You looking for a superstar, well I am him
You need a get money ****? Baby I am it
I'm that motherfucking dude, girl I am the shit
I know you probably thought I quit, but I would never
You can name whatever rapper you want, I am better
I am self raised, I am self made
I don't owe nan ****, I got myself paid
I'm a thug, I am me, I get money that's all I see
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-I-I-I
Where the fuck I get my hustle from? I don't know
But if it's money to be made, **** I'm on go
I be-I be on that kush, man that's all I blow
I be blowing on that smoke while I be selling blow
These **** don't like me, I don't know why
I can see them hating out the corner of my eye
I know that they plotting, I can see it in they eye
But they got it all wrong, they must don't know about I
I stack that money to the sky, that's the difference between you and I
I'm that motherfucking guy
Let me tell you one thing about I, I'm one of a kind
You can never be I
Shades cover my eyes, got my eyes on the prize
Got my feet ten toes with my eyes to the sky
Robbers wanna try me but I don't know why
They got some bad advice, they must don't know about I
But I got a hundred rounds aiming for they eye
OJ make 'em say "Aye", I'mma make 'em say "I"
Gotta get my cake so I'm back to moving pies
I'd rather break 'em down, man I ain't gonna lie
All that water, all this water, man I hope it dry
I hope he don't be picky, hope he hurry up and buy
Ask about me in Atlanta, bitch I am the guy
They gon' say I am a hustla, that's something I can't deny
I am a thug, I'm a G, I get money that's all I see
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-I-I-I
Where the fuck I get this hustle from? I don't know
But if it's money to be made, **** I'm on go
Written by: Zaytoven

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