Yung Bans - All There lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans] Huh, yeah Yeah Let's go, let's go [Chorus: Yung Bans] I just woke up, checked my bank account and it's all there On 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here Free my brother Melly, swear my ni**a been locked up all year Took a ni**a main and paint her face, we can all share Tall skinny ni**a, she say I look like a ball player I don't do no malls, you know everything I got rare Lit this b*tch up, my neck look like a chandelier b*tch, my neck look like a chandelier [Verse 1: Yung Bans] If I'm [?], it ain't on the market [?] Martian Off of this Earth, I feel like a Martian Hop in the spaceship and I start it All of my b*tches look like Barbies Rockstar, Ed Hardy All these rap ni**as be garbage Got me stayin' with Playboi Carti [Verse 2: Slump6s] I just woke up, checked my bank account and it's all there I've been gettin' rack on rack on rack and it's all year Mink coat, got fur all on my back, like a tall bear He was talkin' on a neck, now his boy is a polar bear I'ma count a hundred bands, lil' b*tch Big stick, when he seen, he ran Good drank, yeah, we sip it again Talk down, he [?] again I'ma fu*k up on her sister again Heat a ni**a like a blister again I'ma drop another hit again She all on me 'cause I'm rich, goddamn Stars on the roof, feelin' like an alien A hundred shooters and they all aliens Walk in the party, she all in my face again I roll another one and I'm facin' it Big body coupe, man, I feel like racin' it [?], I'm always raisin' it These ni**as [?] like a [?] fu*kin' the game up, need some maintenance Yeah, money, it's so high, it's damn near touching God Yeah, life is good like Future, I ain't talkin' Odd Yeah, your lil' man a loser, he not touchin' I Yeah, turned him to an angel, we gon' make him fly [Chorus: Yung Bans, Slump6s, & Both] I just woke up, checked my bank account and it's all there On 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here Free my brother Melly, swear my ni**a been locked up all year Took a ni**a main and paint her face, we can all share Tall skinny ni**a, she say I look like a ball player (Woah) I don't do no malls, you know everything I do rare (Woah) Lit this b*tch up, my neck look like a chandelier (Woah, woah, woah) b*tch, my neck look like a chandelier