All About The $ ft. Que Mac & MonLow Lyrics

See I wake up in the morning, take a piss and wash my hands

Hit my knees and thank the man, and get back to that money

I just scored another bag, damn I feel like Robert Tonyan

20 ps down that interstate I'm serving in that tundra

Turn nothing to something everyday I got a new flow like the money

Went and got my muscle up, they mad, can't stop the kid from hustlin

Tell the truth, they know who got the city bussin

Yeah my mama know I'm pressure she like baby, but you gotta stop that cussin

Broke her some cheese she like fuck it, ran them digits like I'm thugga

Crazy rhymes, but don't you think that I'm no buster

It's all about a dollar

It's all about a bag

You gotta lead, you cannot follow

Gotta get up off your ass

I lay down for my nigga, I pick up where he fall

Man gelato got a ball call us beal and john wall

Got no time to relax I don't know, please don't ask

Getting dough gettin' money, since a younging that's a fact

Lord forgive me for my sins free my dawg out that max

Knew them niggas been hatin so I pull up in that Lac

Old school, play her vibes, walk in she can't deny

Thigh pads all on my fit stick and move gotta stay legit

Stick and move gotta stay legit

This that marble floors gold chandelier shit

Real boss shit

It's all about a dollar

It's all about a bag

You gotta lead, you cannot follow

Gotta get up off your ass

This shit ain't easy just go hard though

Your season all up in your bag

This for the time we never had

This for the time we never had

This for the times we never had

Cmon cmon cmon