Lyrics All the Way - Austin Lam, Yung Bans

All the Way

Swoop
I know what you want, yeah
I know what you want
I know what you, I know what you…
All the way, yeah, I’m goin' all the way
I’m in the stars like I’m drivin' in a Wraith
She give me face, then I put her in her place
I get that paper like USA Today
Play those games like you ballin' in 2K
Make it rain, got it drippin' off the stage
Feels like NASCAR 'cause everything’s a race
All the way, yeah, I’m goin' all the way
I’m goin' all the way
Who can blow the money faster?
Who can get it back faster?
Pull up, I don’t need to ask it, no
I’m in the whip, the music blastin'
Oh no, I ain’t with the actin'
When I’m done, you know I’ll pass you off
She just want me for the status
She get mad, she call me passive
I’ll be here until the last call
They be trippin' like some acid
Wish they would just like a cabin
Leave 'em spinnin' like some whitewalls
Gettin' high like what am I supposed to do?
Take another Xan for what I’m goin' through
My brother pour the syrup in that pineapple juice
Gotta get 'em right, leave 'em drippin' in juice
Got these bad bitches and they come by the twos
Drunk downtown, now I’m singin' the blues
Room full of liquor and we treat it like pools
Dive head first, man, this ain’t nothin' new
All the way, yeah, I’m goin' all the way (All the way)
I’m in the stars like I’m drivin' in a Wraith (In a Wraith)
She give me face, then I put her in her place (All day)
I get that paper like USA Today (USA)
Play those games like you ballin' in 2K
Make it rain, got it drippin' off the stage
Feels like NASCAR 'cause everything’s a race
All the way, yeah, I’m goin' all the way
I’m goin' all the way
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, make a ho give me face
Ayy, good neck, give me face
Ayy, eat her pussy, get a taste, yeah
Designer wrapped around my waist, yeah
I’m rockin' Glocks like them shits designer (Ayy)
Young rich nigga, hundred dollar lineup
I’m from another planet, pussy, you can’t find us
I got a bad bitch, she said she from Wakanda
Bend her over, fuck her in the Wraith or the Range Rover
Yeah, young nigga got a fuckin' hangover (Ayy)
Hit it, she can’t spend the night, can’t stay over
I might wife her if the pussy ain’t got no odor
Everybody want some things from me
All these bitches get is pain from me
All these strippers, make it rain on 'em
All my exes put the blame on me
I ain’t got time to grow
I’m doin' drugs and fuckin' hoes
I ain’t got time for love, no
On prescriptions, ain’t got no cold
All the way, yeah, I’m goin' all the way (All the way)
I’m in the stars like I’m drivin' in a Wraith (In a Wraith)
She give me face, then I put her in her place (All day)
I get that paper like USA Today (USA)
Play those games like you ballin' in 2K
Make it rain, got it drippin' off the stage
Feels like NASCAR 'cause everything’s a race
All the way, yeah, I’m goin' all the way
I’m goin' all the way
Oh, ayy, yeah, hmm, ayy
Make a ho give me face
Ho give me face
Ho give me face