Gunna - All In It lyrics

You ain’t gon' see me in it
All the cars are tinted
I made myself a milli'
 but we all gon' spend it (yeah)
Never second guess you
It was hard in the beginnin'
Had to grind for a minute
Now we shine for a livin' (Shine)
Always could be worse
I save all of your pennies
Ain’t gotta go to church
I know God still gon' listen
Only spittin' facts and ain’t none
Of this is fiction
I ain’t trustin' on you bitches
I’ma cherish all these riches

Mink flo' stompin' I’ma man on a mission
I’m big dog poppin'
You can play in my division (yeah)
Crystal pop, they comparin' me to Drizzy
Her lips lip lockin' on my
Dick like they kissin'
I just cashed out on a crib out in Lennox
Chandelier in the ceiling
Diamonds spinnin' like a pendant
Six new whips and ain’t none
Of these are rented
Her pussy wet, I’m trampoline jumpin' in it
This a double cup of codeine, not Henny
Free my cuz, I really wish that
I could see my nigga, hey
Tryna show you our dream that I’m livin'
They can’t see what I’m feelin'
They ain’t grieve for these better days
Old like the real chief my nigga
I can teach my nigga
How to eat in another way
Bought a Lamb' and I won’t
Speed for a couple days try the fam
I remember me goin' through a phase

You ain’t gon' see me in it
All the cars are tinted
I made myself a milli'
But we all gon' spend it (yeah)
Never second guess you
It was hard in the beginnin'
Had to grind for a minute
Now we shine for a livin' (Shine)
Always could be worse
I save all of your pennies
Ain’t gotta go to church
I know God still gon' listen
Only spittin' facts and ain’t none
Of this is fiction
I ain’t trustin' on you bitches
I’ma cherish all these riches

Summertime, everything all in it
Exotic pop, I got red all in it
Me and my dawgs tight like Kel and Kenan
I'm drippin' on sight, YSL on my fitted
Jimmy on tight
I ain't playin' with you bitches
Semi on loaded, I ain't scared of you niggas
Back in the Maybach
Got my head in the pillow
Twenty bands on chinchillas
I'm the man with the dealer
I don't wanna take off for
Your head over riddles
I got big, you still little, but with tens
I don't wanna eight
Black Mercedes with a coupe and a Sprinter
Glass roof in the ceiling, we got
Proof that we gettin' it, ayy
They ain’t think that I can do
It but I did it
Had to show ‘em I ain’t a gimmick
I get paid for the realer, mane
Million dollar worth of drip
When I got appraised
I can’t see myself workin’ for a lower wage

You ain’t gon' see me in it
All the cars are tinted
I made myself a milli'
But we all gon' spend it (yeah)
Never second guess you
It was hard in the beginnin'
Had to grind for a minute
Now we shine for a livin' (Shine)
Always could be worse
I save all of your pennies
Ain’t gotta go to church
I know God still gon' listen
Only spittin' facts and ain’t none
Of this is fiction
I ain’t trustin' on you bitches
I’ma cherish all these riches