All Gas No Breaks ft. Khaligraph Jones Lyrics

Aye

Yeah

I need a mill in the bag

That's why I be whipping that dope in the lab

Give me my money make I go

Give me my money make I make I dip

Give me my money make I go

Give me my money make I make I dip

I need a mill in the bank

I'd blow up a check with the bros and I'd laugh

Give me my money make I go

Give me my money make I make I dip

Give me my money make I go

Give me my money make I make I dip

Tell them to fill up my tank

We are heading straight to the bank

Yeah

I need more Benjamin Frank-lin

Wait, them pockets is vacuumed out and we fixing to fill in the blanks

They hand you the crappy slice of everything on the come up menu

Right on till you make it

You never picked up when I needed you bruh

How you fixing to be mad I reciprocated

I don't want to link or hang I dey speed to greatness

You fit keep all your space chale

Hell I can't be seen with no fakes chale

It's all gas no breaks chale

I need a mill in the bag

That's why I be whipping that dope in the lab

Give me my money make I go

Give me my money make I make I dip

Give me my money make I go

Give me my money make I make I dip

I need a mill in the bank

I'd blow up a check with the bros and I'd laugh

Give me my money make I go

Give me my money make I make I dip

Give me my money make I go

Give me my money make I make I dip

Give me my money my guala

If you don't want no wahala

And keep all the nairas and shillings

The only currency I fuck with is dollars

All these bitches want to holla dang, cause I be the man g

Y'all niggas looking like Charlemagne cause I see y'all got envy

Told you I'm not for the chatting

Chorea gathee mi ni Buddha

The fire I'm spitting at y'all

Man I crawl in your skin, leave you looking like Kruger

Y'all try to mimic the way I maneuver

But nyi ni ma loser and you ain't no shooters

You pull up in Ubers, you riding on scooters

And y'all a bunch of snitches your new name is Judas

I know a couple niggas who don't like the kid

But deep down they all respect him

It's all gas no breaks y'all hyped and shit

And you lacking the sense of direction

But me I really got to feed my wife and kids

So pay me cash no questions

And since we all know that life's a bitch

I'm the sticking this mic in her rectum

And I don't want it if it don't bring me no revenue

Joke with the hustle is something that I would never do

Till I cop a house on the hill with a better view

Grind on the peak so I'm meaning what I'm telling you

Guess I'm the only one who is left to rock it

I know how to trust and respect the process

Nairobi, Ghana we get the profits

Jones, peace to my nigga Kev

The topic

I'm out

In a bank yeah

In a bank bank bank yeah yeah yeah

I need a mill in the bank

I need a mill in the bank