To Rate★ chorus ★
Yeah, bitch i'm going all in
Yeah, bitch i'm going all in
Yeah, bitch i'm going all in
Uh, told em' link up when i land
Bitch i'm going all in
Yeah, bitch i'm going all in
Yeah, bitch i'm going all in
Uh, told em' link up when i land
Uh, call your uber
Make sure you bring a little friend for my shooter, yeah
Shh, call up my ooter, if he won't do it, i promise i'll do it, yeah
My pockets, they looking exquisite
Them shits is so motherfucking huge, yeah
I fuck that little hoe, then i take her out shopping
I buy her some shoes, yeah
And she want givenchy, ❲?❳, gosha rubchinski, yeah
They send mе like fifty
Pop out do a show, then i sign me somе titties, yeah
★ bridge ★
Yeah, that little hoe get played with
Uh, like guitar
I was in the a with my baby, ❲?❳
(yeah, yeah, yo)
★ verse ★
She want me give her some dome
Then i send that little bitch home
Niggas talk behind the phone
Until we get that nigga gone
Them niggas didn't have a sound, until they started stealing my flow
★ chorus ★
Bitch i'm going all in
Yeah, bitch i'm going all in
Yeah, bitch i'm going all in
Uh, told em' link up when i land
Bitch i'm going all in
Yeah, bitch i'm going all in
Yeah, bitch i'm going all in
Uh, told em' link up when i land
Uh, call your uber
Make sure you bring a little friend for my shooter, yeah
Shh, call up my ooter, if he won't do it, i promise i'll do it, yeah
My pockets, they looking exquisite
Them shits is so motherfucking huge, yeah
I fuck that little hoe, then i take her out shopping
I buy her some shoes, yeah
And she want givenchy, ❲?❳, gosha rubchinski, yeah
They send me like fifty
Pop out do a show, then i sign me some titties, yeah
★ outro ★
(gosha rubchinski)
(pop out do a show, then i sign me some titties, yeah)
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