Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song At All Cost, artist - Money Man. Album song Paranoia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
At All Cost |
I hope you don’t leave me, don’t ever deceive me |
She wet like a squeegee, I beat it like Wheezy |
My trap house be scary, she’s tryna get married |
I’m fly like a fairy, I’m indie like Garrett |
Catch a play, run an errand, get shot if you starin' |
Gave racks to my parents and told them to share it |
I don’t fuck with police, I don’t fuck with no sheriff |
No one out here, with the squad I be sharing |
These nosy ass bitches be all in my business |
My wrist should be quarantined, this shit is sickening |
No, I’m not broke so I don’t need no fixes |
Got racks in the safe 'cause I don’t do no trickin' |
Got plenty artillery, plenty of weapons |
Got plenty of money and plenty of methods |
Addicted to swiping, addicted to re-ing up |
We don’t see down baby, we just be C’ing up |
Shout out to Longway, these hoes finna eat it up |
After the show, baby we might be meeting up |
I can’t go broke, from that shit I done seen enough |
I’m always hungry, I never can eat enough |
No matter how hard they tryin' to creep on us |
No matter what’s going on I ain’t freezing up |
I hit the Grapes so Biscotti gon' beam me up |
I got them hands, ain’t nobody gon' beat me up |
I’m smokin' strong and I never can weaken up |
Can’t be a pussy, you know I be speakin' up |
I’m on alert from the niggas who sneakin' up, yeah |
When she fuck me, she look in my eyes |
When you lied I was caught by surprise |
Gotta hustle, ain’t wasting no time |
Making use, I ain’t wasting my talent |
I was broke, I was money-ly challened |
Got some racks now a nigga be balanced |
These are custom, they ain’t no New Balance |
I just shipped out a P to an Azi' |
Like a TV, I don’t want no static |
Made it this far and ain’t have no backing |
Rocker lifestyle, I call it the Kraken |
Fuck a racist, I’ll choke out a cracker |
Three day fast and I only ate crackers |
Niggas hatin', it don’t even matter |
He got shot, all he see is the splatter |
Ain’t no morals no more, it’s a pattern |
Hit Gelato, can go up to Saturn |
All the pain, I get sadder and sadder |
I just wanna be happy |
And she want me so badly, she calling me Zaddy |
She go in the postal and pick up a package |
Lil' mama so ratchet |
On her body I’m snackin', can’t help it, it habit |
She knows I’m a savage |
She know I’m a shooter, she know that I’m packin' |
She protected at all costs, she know I won’t fall off |
And I keep me a sawed off |
I’ma tear down the mall, dog |
Got them bags in a U-Haul |
Put you down now the case never solved |
Pour some red in the drink, it dissolve |
Just to show I ain’t bringin' it all |
Fuck a gang, I’ma shoot at you all |
I ain’t even gotta make no call |
I hope you don’t leave me, don’t ever deceive me |
She wet like a squeegee, I beat it like Wheezy |
My trap house be scary, she’s tryna get married |
I’m fly like a fairy, I’m indie like Garrett |
Catch a play, run an errand, get shot if you starin' |
Gave racks to my parents and told them to share it |
I don’t fuck with police, I don’t fuck with no sheriff |
No one out here, with the squad I be sharing |
These nosy ass bitches be all in my business |
My wrist should be quarantined, this shit is sickening |
No, I’m not broke so I don’t need no fixes |
Got racks in the safe 'cause I don’t do no trickin' |
Got plenty artillery, plenty of weapons |
Got plenty of money and plenty of methods |
Addicted to swiping, addicted to re-ing up |
We don’t see down baby, we just be C’ing up |
Shout out to Longway, these hoes finna eat it up |
After the show, baby we might be meeting up |
I can’t go broke, from that shit I done seen enough |
I’m always hungry, I never can eat enough |
No matter how hard they tryin' to creep on us |
No matter what’s going on I ain’t freezing up |