ALL I GOT

Hey, Peter, can you pass me that ash tray?

Of course, man, here you go

Thanks cuh

Ready to fuck this shit up?

Hell yeah, you wanna go first?

I'm in the cut just like a doctor be

Put the barrel to his head till it turn red just like a lobster be

Tell him put his shit down in the bag like it's colostomy

Thought she really liked you? That's a hoe who said she'd bop for me

You ain't get it?

I'll explain it, you got set up

She pretend to wanna fuck you, hit the lick and got our bread up

Hold on, hold on, hush it, heard a pussy boy just said what?

Shittin' on these rappers like it's funny, lift a leg up, uh

Want the smoke, I come equipped with the vapor

Was in a ditch with a razor, I'm runnin' shit, get the paper

Money flooding, wipe the competition quick, I'm the savior

She bring it to me, then I eat it and give the tip like a waiter

Don't want a bitch with a taper, I want a bitch so I can tape her

You ain't a G, get ate like oats this shit is Quaker

If she don't wanna do it, I bet Lois will make her

She'll tell me break her, Peter, look, it's like a donut, go and glaze her

Highway, cruisin', bright lights, boozin

Tryna find some music I can pull up to the stu in

Tapped in, tuned in, I have it, I can't lose it

Walkin' out the crib without my strap, is somethin' stupid

All I got, is my money and my gun, yeah

All I got's my money and my gun

All I got, is my money and my gun

Plus the witnesses to vouch for all the crazy shit I done

All I got, is my money and my gun, yeah

All I got's my money and my gun

All I got, is my money and my gun

Plus my word and both my nuts so if they coming let them come, yeah

Baby listen you trippin', cause we aint dating, I'm pimpin

So you can hate my decisions, it's the way I lay with these women

I'm married after all the difference is, she know how we be rich

And ain't complainin' or bitchin', she in the kitchen, bitch, that is your competition

So, just get with the mission, know it's bye and I won't miss em

Unless they snitchin' and they goin' missin',

Crashin' out so they can cope with how they livin', shoes tied

Tryna step on the dope, but they be slippin

Fiending for it bad, don't get the smack they Will get Ferrell

Put a muzzle in his mouth for breakfast, that's a cracker's barrel, uh

What's crackalackin', you can't find this cracka lackin

Bullets ringin' at your door, is it Christmas? Aint here for carols

Break it down if it's here, it gets chopped up

Know some people free base like their are speakers locked up, uh

Flame under the cutlery, on spooner gettin' lit

You would think we helped the contras, how we flippin' all these bricks

Highway, cruisin', bright lights, boozin

Tryna find some music I can pull up to the stu in

Tapped in, tuned in, I have it, I can't lose it

Walkin' out the crib without my strap, is somethin' stupid

All I got, is my money and my gun, yeah

All I got's my money and my gun

All I got, is my money and my gun

Plus the witnesses to vouch for all the crazy shit I done

All I got, is my money and my gun, yeah

All I got's my money and my gun

All I got, is my money and my gun

Plus my word and both my nuts so if they coming let them come, yeah