Wyclef Jean, Ric Atari - All Day All Night lyrics

All day, all night, all day, alright
All day, all night, all day, uh, alright

All my niggas is trill as fuck
I was born in the trap game real as fuck
On the way to the top can't fuck this up
Put too much work in, did too much dirt then
Turn around to the tree
Make a motherfucking Motown
How a nigga gonn slow down?
Feds ridin at nigga
Hope you on the right dream
When the shit go down
Oh you actin like a hoe now, well
Go and lay on your back, back, back
I'm from the ATL
Where we stay up all day and all night
To get the stacks, stacks, stacks
All day (all day) , all night (all night)
Getting to it
(getting to it) , alright (alright)
All day (all day) , all night (all night)
Countin money you know what we like

Work, work, gonna twerk out
Work, work, gonna twerk out
Work, work, gonna twerk out gonna twerk out

I put my arms up to the sky
I'm missing my dogs
Wishing they were here nigga
I stayed on that prize, I'm smelling blood
This is our year nigga
No time for that bullshit, we gonn celebrate
Cause we here nigga
Black tree in this bitch, go on have a beer
Cheers nigga so stop with a nigga never sold
A soul, with a new regime, we in overload
Pop that belly ring to that trap n roll
If you love me baby catch me on the road
The young city
You already know what's with me
2 or 3 things, that's pretty
Light skin biggy
Smoking on the O with the Acapulco flow
But that guy just barely drink

All day (all day) , all night (all night)
Getting to it
(getting to it) , alright (alright)
All day (all day) , all night (all night)
Countin money you know what we like

Work, work, gonna twerk out
Work, work, gonna twerk out
Work, work, gonna twerk out gonna twerk out

All day (all day) , all night (all night)
Getting to it
(getting to it) , alright (alright)
All day (all day) , all night (all night)
Countin money you know what we like

Work, work, work work, work, work
Work, work