Testo All Gone - Will Ryte
Testo della canzone All Gone (Will Ryte), tratta dall'album All Gone
She gon' switch up on me knew it all along
Cut off all these bitches tryna do me wrong
Smoking on this gas this shit way too strong
Re-up I won't leave the strip till its all gone
Till its all gone
And my homies all on
When she tryna get lit
I'm the one she call on
Bands I cant fit em in my pocket money long long
Re-up I won't leave the strip until its all gone
I won't leave the strip until there's nothing left
Shawty wanna roll up with me now because she know I'm next
If you ain't
Talking bout that money I'll ignore the text
You count followers I'm counting checks
Thats a different flex
Give me my respect
You upset
Cause you down bad
You need to invest
You need a little finesse
I'm up and I'm feeling bless
Get money I'm so obsessed
You fake and don't pass the test
We divvying up the rest
I was down bad
Had an ounce to bounce back
At the last house
Putting cheese in the mouse traps
Like a track star
Got these runners they running packs
Just like NASCAR
With a new bitch I'm doing laps but
She gon' switch up on me knew it all along
Cut off all these bitches tryna do me wrong
Smoking on this gas this shit way too strong
Re-up I won't leave the strip till its all gone
Till its all gone
And my homies all on
When she tryna get lit
I'm the one she call on
Bands I cant fit em in my pocket money long long
Re-up I won't leave the strip until its all gone
I cant wife no thot so lets take this slowly
If I cant trust you then I'm better lonely
I been stacking money up, I'm getting no sleep
You think I won't cut you off then you don't know me
All along
Do me wrong
Till its all gone
Till its all gone
All gone
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Writer(s): Willis Enright
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