Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do It All, artist - Joe Young.
Date of issue: 09.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Do It All |
In the middle of the night we still shine bright |
Lamborghini doors up, fuck 5 mics |
24 carat Rolex, street merit |
I’m in love with money, my women seen Paris |
Bad bitches all bleeding in the red bottoms |
Squad of cheerleaders but you know I rare doubt em |
Pick them out, skip about, just to trick em out |
Pop a rubberband purple rain pistol pow |
Beverly Hills, chill that’s 70 mill |
I love her becky but damn check out ebony hips |
I’m in the M6 with a slim chick (boss) |
I’m a big boy talking big business! |
It’s all in the name of love |
All in the name of love yeah |
I’ll do anything for my favourite girl |
It’s all in the name of love |
All in the name of love |
Do it all for my money |
I do anything for my favourite, girl |
Louis Vuitton Don |
I say this a mother fucking cold world |
Fucking with old girl |
Life is a bitch and I’mma fuck it till the toes curl |
2 feet up in this rap shit |
Went from snapbacks to fitted caps |
Back to snapbacks, shit ain’t the same |
The niggas know I was pushing 8 balls |
Dreaming about Jigga’s dough |
How am I supposed to get it, though? |
With 6 niggas hustling at the same liquor store |
It’s my corner, don’t make me let that fucking four nickel go |
Then I woke up, shit was just a bad dream |
And that part of my life is just ink in a magazine |
Four XXL covers, Source and The Vibe |
Rap was an empty swimming pool, and I still took the dive |
Now its Phantoms in my front yard, dobermans in the back |
Wear my black coat black cause I’m the coldest on the track (track) |
Matter of fact I’m the coldest in the game |
Hence my fucking name, a permanent bloodstain |
I stack it I’m a boss like Ross |
Haters round the world I’ll ball at y’all cost |
Stab blew that big straps I got em |
Big digits, we go get it with no problem |
Old school whips with a modern day engine |
Its tuned to huntin the chip in em |
Like Jordan back to back a champ you can see winning |
God didn’t front to true sinners |
Money is my bitch a slave to die with us |
She’ll die to go with me |
Blissfully ball till shots sent for me |
We holding hands in the middle of the streets |
Suckas want to get to you, they better bring the end of me |
Monte converted coupes damn right we shine bright |
Miami sky line boy we love the lime light |
Bad bitches with me I better fuck them all |
She’s sees the Breitling shining, she loves the Audemars |
Bitches from Brazil count that half a mill |
VVS stones bitch and them shits be real |
Choppers in the ride so don’t play with me |
Catch a homicide and head right back to Germany |
Louie loafers bitch I stay clean |
S65 that’s my new Mercedes |
Dope boy dreams balling like the 80's |
Sticking to the motto: «Nigga fuck you, pay me» |