Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All I Do, artist - Jim Jones. Album song We Own The Night Pt. 2: Memoirs Of A Hustler, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Vamplife
Song language: English
All I Do |
A-and then, and then the police gon' ask me my name |
And I’m like «Huh? |
Is he trippin' or nah?» |
Fuck is he talkin' bout? |
What’s my lawyer name, nigga? |
Haha! |
Jones |
My bitch asked me what’s my government |
And I said I don’t remember that shit |
I just bought my moms a half a million dollar house |
I hope that she remember that shit |
I said all I do is get to the paper |
And the money called a nigga so I had to see you later |
It’s not too much that I do remember |
I was in Miami around December |
Bunch of pool parties in back of the shore |
Bitches on the yak comin' back to the shore |
I ain’t bring clothes, just paper |
Droptop Rose for the haters |
New York is cold so I made the move |
Once she got on top, she could make it move |
This that shit fuck up ya rent |
I was drunk when I parked, fucked up a dent |
Just another night on the town |
Every night, this is how it going down |
Gon' party till the sun come up |
And we go hard till the money’s all up |
So you know how a nigga like adding? |
Two bad bitches just to sum it all up |
I’m fuckin' these bitches? |
I don’t know |
Tell me some shit that I don’t know |
Nigga fuck around, go bankrupt |
In the club fuckin' up a bankroll |
Drunk, takin' pictures on IG |
Wit' my niggas, my niggas like YG |
Please, my nigga, don’t try me |
Cause my hitters, my niggas catch bodies |
I can’t afford this shit I got off of no rap money |
You can’t afford the shit I drive cause you ain’t got money |
Niggas name droppin' on whip countin', carry the hoes, you cock blockin' |
Momma just went house shoppin', sister just went watch shoppin' |
20K in the neighborhood, young boys wit' Glocks shoppin' |
5 mill, 6 mill, still doin', I ain’t stoppin' |
Audemar, that’s a hundun! |
Hundred rounds, that’s a hundun! |
Buffet of that beef, nigga, anybody come get some |
Don’t do squash, fuck vegetables, anything that’s questionable |
Put his ass on life support, turn his ass to a vegetable |
Go to war wit' us, you know the outcome |
Don’t you say my name when them laws come |