Money on the table
Go on and count it up
Yo fingers ain't hurting when you done then you ain't count enough
Yeah the chopper in the trunk
But this llama tucked
I swear I failed my English class the way I f*ck these commas up
Put the hunnits in the bag the ones up over there
This year I'm in my bag I was up over there
And f*ck who over there
My niggas over here
Speak a code that can't be cracked
So they don't understand what they overhear
You know the buffs look like the counter bitch
Jesus was a carpenter he made these niggas counterfeit
We say what we gon do and then we overdo it
We aim from them stars and then we overshoot it
Be careful who you throw it to
Treat love like a safe code
Be careful who you show it to
Mr Petco
I'm the dog plug
Hate behind my back
But to my face they swear it's all love
All love
Yeah they swear it's all love
Don't know yo definition bae but this ain't what you call love
I done seen a lot
I might not have seen it all love
But I done seen enough to know that this right here ain't all love
Yeah they swear it's all love
Man they swear it's all love
It must've changed it's number bae cause this ain't what you call love
I done seen a lot
I might not have seen it all love
But I done seen enough to know that this right here ain't all love
What you gon do to get yo bread long
Better live right
A lot of niggas end of dead wrong
Bad yellow bitch
Legs long
Will have yo head gone
Fall for her if you want
They find yo body with yo head gone
Find yo people with they legs gone
Make sure every night
Devil's night
If I get egged on
And you know how then bitches be
We buy our sins with credit
We'll pay for them eventually
Lifes a trip
You ready for that adventure B
Yeah
That's why I keep that stick with me
Treat this shit like we the Warriors and this 2k with us
Niggas ain't gon play with you
If you play with us
DeeMoney Malone - All Love Lyrics
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Money on the table
Go on and count it up
Yo fingers ain't hurting when you done then you ain't count enough
Yeah the chopper in the trunk
But this llama tucked
I swear I failed my English class the way I f*ck these commas up
Put the hunnits in the bag the ones up over there
This year I'm in my bag I was up over there
And f*ck who over there
My niggas over here
Speak a code that can't be cracked
So they don't understand what they overhear
You know the buffs look like the counter bitch
Jesus was a carpenter he made these niggas counterfeit
We say what we gon do and then we overdo it
We aim from them stars and then we overshoot it
Be careful who you throw it to
Treat love like a safe code
Be careful who you show it to
Mr Petco
I'm the dog plug
Hate behind my back
But to my face they swear it's all love
All love
Yeah they swear it's all love
Don't know yo definition bae but this ain't what you call love
I done seen a lot
I might not have seen it all love
But I done seen enough to know that this right here ain't all love
Yeah they swear it's all love
Man they swear it's all love
It must've changed it's number bae cause this ain't what you call love
I done seen a lot
I might not have seen it all love
But I done seen enough to know that this right here ain't all love
What you gon do to get yo bread long
Better live right
A lot of niggas end of dead wrong
Bad yellow bitch
Legs long
Will have yo head gone
Fall for her if you want
They find yo body with yo head gone
Find yo people with they legs gone
Make sure every night
Devil's night
If I get egged on
And you know how then bitches be
We buy our sins with credit
We'll pay for them eventually
Lifes a trip
You ready for that adventure B
Yeah
That's why I keep that stick with me
Treat this shit like we the Warriors and this 2k with us
Niggas ain't gon play with you
If you play with us
Go on and count it up
Yo fingers ain't hurting when you done then you ain't count enough
Yeah the chopper in the trunk
But this llama tucked
I swear I failed my English class the way I f*ck these commas up
Put the hunnits in the bag the ones up over there
This year I'm in my bag I was up over there
And f*ck who over there
My niggas over here
Speak a code that can't be cracked
So they don't understand what they overhear
You know the buffs look like the counter bitch
Jesus was a carpenter he made these niggas counterfeit
We say what we gon do and then we overdo it
We aim from them stars and then we overshoot it
Be careful who you throw it to
Treat love like a safe code
Be careful who you show it to
Mr Petco
I'm the dog plug
Hate behind my back
But to my face they swear it's all love
All love
Yeah they swear it's all love
Don't know yo definition bae but this ain't what you call love
I done seen a lot
I might not have seen it all love
But I done seen enough to know that this right here ain't all love
Yeah they swear it's all love
Man they swear it's all love
It must've changed it's number bae cause this ain't what you call love
I done seen a lot
I might not have seen it all love
But I done seen enough to know that this right here ain't all love
What you gon do to get yo bread long
Better live right
A lot of niggas end of dead wrong
Bad yellow bitch
Legs long
Will have yo head gone
Fall for her if you want
They find yo body with yo head gone
Find yo people with they legs gone
Make sure every night
Devil's night
If I get egged on
And you know how then bitches be
We buy our sins with credit
We'll pay for them eventually
Lifes a trip
You ready for that adventure B
Yeah
That's why I keep that stick with me
Treat this shit like we the Warriors and this 2k with us
Niggas ain't gon play with you
If you play with us
Writer: Darryl Richardson
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