Letras de canciones
All Towards Money
Yea', Klear J off in this bitch nigga/Uh-huh, tsal mubla you know what I'm sayin/
Representing that ATM, put cha' Ace up if you
with us nigga/
You know how we do/
You know what I'm sayin', I got my boy Master-
meezy 4 sheezy/
Got my boy T-Ski, you know what I'm sayin'/
You got myself, you got my nigga, Raza/
You got nigga Lil' Timmi off in this bitch/
You know what I'm sayin we bout to get crunk
in this bitch like this nigga yea'...
(1st Chorus)
Ya'll boys know that I'm All Towards Money/
Stackin my bread like man it aight funny/
They jealous cause I pull all of they honies/
Because she know that I'm All Towards Money..
Verse 1:
Yeah, my nigga I'ma rider/
I'm not in no prada/
Gotta Milleena and two chevy's cause I'ma
shiner/
(You say you saw your chick the driver)/
Never know she probably was/
Don't claim to be no pimp, but you know how I
does/
(These boys get no love)/
When they hated on my nature/
(I thought you said you was gone change
Klear)/
But first I gotta get this paper/
(I'ma big money maker)
Big paperchaser/
You step across that line and I might have to
erase ya'/
(Learn the street at a early age)/
But look I'm never getting played/
Been through alot shit/
(Now I'm crazy in the last days)/
But see I'm never dying/
I'ma keep on rising/
No surprising, I got I'm eyes on the prize and/
White folks be trying to block but I ain't stoppin/
(fuck a lynch, you gettin dragged out and guns
start poppin)/
Blow you away with Umbrellas like Mary Poppins/
Still you away with Berettas, the targets locked in...
(2nd Chorus)
Ya'll boys know that I'm All Towards Money/
Stackin my bread like man it aight funny/
They jealous cause I pull all of they honies/
Because she know that I'm All Towards Money/
Yeah, I see them haters they look at me funny/
They wanna harm me but they aight no dummy/
They jealous cause they chick push that whip
for me/
Because they know that I'm All Towards Money/
Yeah...
Verse 2:
Still bout them cars and broad/
Yeah I'm the malius/
Still the best out of barbour county/
and I'm the baddest/
Still put that Ace up high/
It's automatic/
Still with that ATM and y'all can't stand it/
All Towards Money slash All Towards Murda'/
We all Towards music, but homie we will hurtcha'/
If ya girl got it bad then T-Ski'll twirk her/
(I got one main broad)
And I pimp and vice-versa/
Now who steppin to this/
Klear J he comin automatic/
Bustin off niggaz something real proper/
It a habit/
What you wanna do?I think nothing/
You need to sit your ass down with all that frontin/
You poppin at the lip, but you really ain't saying
shit/
You steppin to the wrong niggaz/
And I'm too legit/
It's ATM my nigga and we do the fuckin thang/
Make ya bell fuckin rang/
If you steppin to me main...
(2nd Chorus)
(Bridge)
Y'all boys know that I'm All Towards Money/
(Echo) All Towards Money...All Towards Money/
Y'all boys know that I'm All Towards Money/
(I got one main broad)
And I pimp and vice-versa/
Y'all boys know that I'm All Towards Money/
(Echo) All Towards Money...All Towards Money/
Y'all boys know that I'm All Towards Money/
Gotta Milleena and two chevy's cause I'ma
shiner/
(2nd Chorus)
(Tremendous talking)
Klear J motherfucker, y'all know me...