ALL TEN - Tay B

Huh, stand on all ten, it ain't a soul that's gon' take from me

Lot of niggas life be fairytale, they shit be make-believe

If I tell the bitch I'll be right back, yeah, she gon' wait for me

I love model bitches, fucked every name from A to Z

Yeah, these niggas got me fucked up, these niggas got me pissed, huh

How the fuck these niggas mad at me 'cause I got rich?

They mad at me 'cause these niggas went broke and they need fix, huh

They ain't give me nothin', I ain't givin' no grown man shit, huh

These niggas handshakes gettin' weirder and weirder

Look every man eye to eye, I don't fear them

These little niggas act worser than bitches

I ain't buy my other bitch a purse in a minute

I ain't take a pretty bitch to Turks in a minute

I ain't put no nigga in a hearse in a minute

I be high as fuck, I ain't been on Earth in a minute

I always talk to God, but I ain't been to church in a minute

Crosses on my pants, l'm a Christian for real

Fuck a weak bitch, I fuck with vixens for real

At the end of it, I stand on business, for real

Thug life, money over bitches, for real

I know how it feel to beat the streets up (I'm tired)

Bankroll kinda small, gotta beef it up (Keep tryin')

It's forever with us, we don't gotta keep it tucked (No)

I'll put it on your head, lil' nigga, keep it up, yeah (Keep it up, lil' nigga)

Thirty thousand ones, thirty rounds on me

Fuck around and make it shower on 'em, make it shower on 'em

Keep on actin' like you havin' motion, you just in the way

I ain't never too far from this shit, I'm just a flight away

I seen niggas trip and fall, I tie up they shoelaces

Young, fly, lit bitch, got rich off suitcases

I ain't slept since my last pill, it seems like five days since

Every time I hold up my wrist, it's a new face, bitch

I shouldn't have got a whip for her, she came to my convention

She taxin' these niggas, she give me a commission

Only time these bitches could get at me is my mentions

Buy it for her, get it tailored, I know her dimensions

She so in love with CC, it's all over her wishlist

They took her to the backroom, I let her get the big shit

These bitches filled with envy, don't put 'em in your business

I let you go for whatever you want and she ain't get shit

I'm eight hundred in on Chrome jeans, camo shorts and a long-sleeve

I'll be gone for a month or two, I'm knockin' off this money

I gotta keep some racks inside my reach, this shit get lonely

My bed big enough for twenty vibes, how the fuck that shit get lonely?

Bro taught us get our own shit, my Glock under my armpit

I'm turnin' up a nigga ho like I don't got my own bitch

We tucked off on an island, both of our phones on silent

Like fuck what you heard about me, you gotta come and try this, Baby

These niggas handshakes gettin' weirder and weirder

Look every man eye to eye, I don't fear them

These little niggas act worser than bitches

I ain't buy my other bitch a purse in a minute

I ain't take a pretty bitch to Turks in a minute

I ain't put no nigga in a hearse in a minute

I be high as fuck, I ain't been on Earth in a minute

I always talk to God, but I ain't been to church in a minute