Lil Baby – All In Lyrics

All In By Lil Baby

Cook that s— up, Quay

My momma been told me don’t give no poor performance

And whatever you gon’ do, just do it

Never thought ’bout doin’ music

I was tryna build my phone up

Contact full of drug abusers

Ridin’ around with that mask tryna figure out what my cousin doin’

Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin’ bricks

Wish I woulda knew that s—, I woulda been lit

Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich

I be at James Harden house, I’m all in Houston, in the mix

I’m talkin’ ’bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks

And I don’t even know no players

I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers

I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up

And we ain’t squashin’ s— for free, you n—– gotta pay us

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You n—– better pay up, yeah

Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer, “Go for a lighter sentence”

I don’t want know no problems with y’all n—–, y’all got women tendencies

Ion’t gotta sell drugs no more, I’m bossed up, I got plenty business

Ridin’ ’round in that Lamb’ truck, I wreck this b—-, it ain’t rented

Givin’ out my respect, get respect in every city

N—– know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy


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F—– around and got plugged in, I’m bitin’ out that Richard Mille

Stay out my lil’ brother bidness

Just know that they gettin’ millions

Press the button right there to let the doors in

Go hard all year, I don’t care, I’m goin’ all in

This house rise every way, she callin’ more friends

My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain

Sippin’ wockiana, come here thotiana

Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah

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What kinda watch you wanted?

Man, that’s nothin’ mami

I’m not bein’ funny, ah, yeah, yeah

I shoulda knew you was gon’ rat the day you told me

A hunnid racks in all duffs, it ain’t no foldin’ me

I ain’t no puppet, that way nobody controllin’ me

I’m go LeBron when it’s crunch time, it ain’t no holdin’ me

Got the Maybach, Benz truck, I’m tryna buy one

I told lil shawty, “Just let bygones be bygones”

Tell the Feds, “Get off my d—, I don’t gotta buy guns”

Ain’t got the right one, yeah

Press the button right there to let the doors in

Go hard all year, I’on’t care, I’m goin’ all in

This house rise every way, she callin’ more friends

My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain

To let the doors in

I’m goin’ all in

She callin’ more friends

I cannot bargain

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