Do It All - Joe Young, The Game, Cashis

In the middle of the night we still shine bright

Lamborghini doors up, fuck 5 mics

24 carat Rolex, street merit

I’m in love with money, my women seen Paris

Bad bitches all bleeding in the red bottoms

Squad of cheerleaders but you know I rare doubt em

Pick them out, skip about, just to trick em out

Pop a rubberband purple rain pistol pow

Beverly Hills, chill that’s 70 mill

I love her becky but damn check out ebony hips

I’m in the M6 with a slim chick (boss)

I’m a big boy talking big business!

It’s all in the name of love

All in the name of love yeah

I’ll do anything for my favourite girl

It’s all in the name of love

All in the name of love

Do it all for my money

I do anything for my favourite, girl

Louis Vuitton Don

I say this a mother fucking cold world

Fucking with old girl

Life is a bitch and I’mma fuck it till the toes curl

2 feet up in this rap shit

Went from snapbacks to fitted caps

Back to snapbacks, shit ain’t the same

The niggas know I was pushing 8 balls

Dreaming about Jigga’s dough

How am I supposed to get it, though?

With 6 niggas hustling at the same liquor store

It’s my corner, don’t make me let that fucking four nickel go

Then I woke up, shit was just a bad dream

And that part of my life is just ink in a magazine

Four XXL covers, Source and The Vibe

Rap was an empty swimming pool, and I still took the dive

Now its Phantoms in my front yard, dobermans in the back

Wear my black coat black cause I’m the coldest on the track (track)

Matter of fact I’m the coldest in the game

Hence my fucking name, a permanent bloodstain

I stack it I’m a boss like Ross

Haters round the world I’ll ball at y’all cost

Stab blew that big straps I got em

Big digits, we go get it with no problem

Old school whips with a modern day engine

Its tuned to huntin the chip in em

Like Jordan back to back a champ you can see winning

God didn’t front to true sinners

Money is my bitch a slave to die with us

She’ll die to go with me

Blissfully ball till shots sent for me

We holding hands in the middle of the streets

Suckas want to get to you, they better bring the end of me

Monte converted coupes damn right we shine bright

Miami sky line boy we love the lime light

Bad bitches with me I better fuck them all

She’s sees the Breitling shining, she loves the Audemars

Bitches from Brazil count that half a mill

VVS stones bitch and them shits be real

Choppers in the ride so don’t play with me

Catch a homicide and head right back to Germany

Louie loafers bitch I stay clean

S65 that’s my new Mercedes

Dope boy dreams balling like the 80's

Sticking to the motto: «Nigga fuck you, pay me»