Joey Fatts - All We Got lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Been asleep for a while now

I been fuckin' hoes, doin' more shows, money come in piles now

Back then she wouldn't fuck with me, she wanna fuck in my pause now

Used to be nobody text with me, they wanna text to the kid nah

All these fake niggas tryna keep it real now

Bitches, I'm that nigga, still the same nigga from befo' tho

East Side nigga, used to call me daddy Joe

Movin' packs, neva one did my momma know

You need that nigga, believe me, on my lil stove(?!)

Back then I was buggin' on a trip of seeds

Meeked up befo' we popped ten a piece

Now every other month I make ten at least

Thuggin' real fo' my niggas cuz they gotta eat

Lookin' out for each other in the streets cuz it's all we got

Anybody wanna fuck with me or one of my niggas

Niggas know that the things are gonna pop

The hard stopped heavy but the hustle didn't stop

A couple homie's dead and a couple homie's not

But a young nigga still on that clock

Fork bend that blend(?!) tryna own that spot

Fuck bein' in yo pussy, I'm tryna run that block

Uh, I'm tryna ball with my niggas

Been through it all with my niggas

Collect calls from my niggas

And they tellin' me to stay on my shit

The bigger you are, the tougher it is

But this is rap, dawg, this shit is _____(?)

(Hook x2)

Just me and my niggas, tryna take it to the top

Gotta get this money, and take care of ours

We all we got, we all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

(Verse 2)

Stand down till we come up, on the grind til the sun up

Boy, I got to get these funds up, serving hot O’s, no Columbas

And the life we chose, we dug it, when we play the bass, we drum it

With that cable, lil holme be buggin', like the they got their way down to bussin'

Do it all for the budget, hit a lick then it's back to the hustlin'

Flip that, turn up into somethin', then I play ______(?), nigga, we all stuntin'

Gotta ride fo' niggas that you walk with, eat with those that you starved with

Down the sheet and got balled in, cuz ya know they're gonna hit the money callin'

But every backdoor nigga call in, cuz I need that

Feelin' like Nick with the seatback, nigga chasin' every D jack

Where the cheese at? Girl, my _______________________(?)

Leave holes where yo feet, suddenly, you been cracked

Gettin' all this money, grindin', now you see that

Didn't wanna fuck, now you let the whole team smack

I get it! You talk it, I live it, I sell it, you sip it

You want it, come get it, a line go for 50

It's money, I'm wid it, it's mine, I spend it

I hustle every minute, bitch, I'm feelin' like Knicks

Keys to the city, everybody fuckin' with me

Young nigga droppin' weight like Missy

Go get it like [?] and [?]

So you know it's bout money if you see me

(Hook x2)