2 Pistols, French Montana, Joell Ortiz - All I Know lyrics

Woah oh woah
All I know is fast money and homicide
(Homicide)
I see no way so I grind (So I grind)
Tell me what you would do if
Your life was just like mine
You would've found another way
But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why?
(But why?) why-y? (It's Blood Money, baby)

Started at the bottom
No I ain’t got no worries
Gucci, Fendi, Prada
That’s all my bitch wearin'
I’m industry, you in the street
Ain’t no comparin'
My Rolex got your bitch wet
'cause she keep on starin'
I’m swaggin' on these bitches
Stuntin' on these niggas
For all the hard time


I’m pourin' a lil' liquor
My brother locked down, and I can’t go visit
Convicted felon
So all I can do is sent pictures
Hit hit hit the club and ball
Me and my closet dog we do it for real, we
Don't fake Instagram pics, nigga, like y’all
White white white diamonds no
Flaw, L L Lamborghini, no top
I’m ridin' with a China doll
And she ain’t on no drawers

Woah oh woah
All I know is fast money and homicide
(Homicide, 2 Pistols)
I see no way so I grind (So I grind)
Tell me what you would do if
Your life was just like mine
You would've found another way
But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why?
(But why?) why-y?

You just gonna sit there and lie
Act like this tough guy?
Knowin' you apple crumb pie
Sat in the window cool and you would
Hear shots then see us run by
"Say mama, they out there shootin'
" I was at war, yet such a young guy
Too young to even be boozin'
But every night I held my cup high
And slung that everything movin'
That was just life inside my projects
Gat inside that letter box
Head inside that staircase
Crack inside them yellow tops
Them cops inside our business
Sometimes they chilled and let us rock
Sometimes they on that pig shit
Runnin' through mud to try to get us knocked
What do you know about gemstar?
Sittin' and slicin' and dicin'
Weightin' up shit then wipin' all of
The crumbs from all that triton
Goin' outside and riskin' everything
Then comin' upstairs and writin'
I survived from luck or God
Or maybe I’m lucky God just like me

Woah oh woah
All I know is fast money and homicide
(Homicide)
I see no way so I grind (So I grind)
Tell me what you would do if
Your life was just like mine
You would've found another way
But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why?
(But why?)
Why-y? (You know how I love money)

I came from the corner, loud l loud marijuana
Platinum plaques off this rap shit
And now I’m seein' commas
Death death death before dishonor
Middle finger to your honor
Only god can judge me
Head first in these streets
Body bag these beats
It's it’s Blood Money, you bitch
I'm slidin' in the new V
Shaw shawty wet as a fish, told her
"Call me 2P" she smiled and blew me a kiss
I’m ballin', bitch, I’m ballin'
Turn the lights off, you'll see my wrist
Young young boss of the city, my heart cold
No feelin's my money runnin' like Emmitt
My money runnin' like Fawke
My money runnin, Chris Johnson
Or somethin' like Frank Gal
A hunnid birds or a hunnid words, either way
I sell dope (Uh, Montana, yeah)

Mad Max niggas on the bad batch
Montana, Coke Boys, know we got the anthrax
Coupe white, shorty mean, long hair, ass fat
Dope boy, Coke Boys, hottest out
Put that on your last stat
Head shot, clear block, that’s fact
Hit it then I slit it then
I pass that, fly in, take cab back
Ballin' new Ferrari with the glass back
Everything you fightin' for, we
Had that, two shots, fast nap
Shots are like my youthdom, two doors
We couped them
Bad bitches, loot them, talk birds
We moved them get the purp' from Houston
Get the smoke from Cali
Coke Boys, we stylin', bad bitches smilin'
Haaan

Woah oh woah
All I know is fast money and homicide
(Homicide)
I see no way so I grind (So I grind)
Tell me what you would do if
Your life was just like mine
You would've found another way
But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why?
(But why?) why-y?