Lil Baby – All In Lyrics

All In

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"All In." - Lil Baby

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 05:55 am

Album: My Turn (Deluxe)

Track No: 22

Cook that shit up, Quay
My momma been told me don't give no poor performance
And whatever you gon' do, just do it
Never thought 'bout doin' music
I was tryna build my phone up
Contacts full of drug abusers
Ridin' 'round with that mask, tryna figure out what my cousin doin'
Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin' bricks
Wish I woulda knew that shit, I woulda been lit
Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich
I be at James Harden house, I'm all in Houston, in the mix
I'm talkin' 'bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks
And I don't even know no players
I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers
I might just stand up and go crazy when someone make the layup
And we ain't squashin' shit for free, you **** gotta pay us
You **** better pay up, yeah
Knowin' he might not beat it, I told the lawyer, "Go for a lighter sentence"
I don't want no problems with y'all ****, y'all got woman tendencies
I don't gotta sell drugs no more, I'm bossed up, got plenty of businesses
Ridin' around in that Lamb truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain't rented
Givin' out my respect, get respect in every city
**** know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy
Fucked around and got plugged in, I'm buying that red Richard Millie
Stay out my lil brother bidness
Just know that they gettin' millions
Press the button right there
To let the doors in
Go hard all year, I don't care
I'm goin all in
This house, vibes everywhere
She callin' more friends
My word or nothin', I ain't lyin'
I cannot bargain
Sippin' wockiana
Come here, thotiana
Help me buss you down, yeah, yeah, yeah
What kinda watch you wanted?
Man, that's nothin', mami
I'm not bein' funny, yeah, yeah, yeah
I shoulda knew you was gonna rat the day you told me
A hunnid racks in all dubs, it ain't no foldin' me
I ain't no puppet, I ain't with nobody controllin' me
I go LeBron when it's crunch time, it ain't no holdin' me
Got a Maybach, Benz truck, I'm tryna buy one
I told lil' shawty, "Just let bygones be bygones"
Tell the Feds, "Get off my dick, I don't gotta buy guns"
They got the right one, yeah
Press the button right there
To let the doors in
Go hard all year, I don't care
I'm goin' all in
This house, vibes everywhere
She callin' more friends
My word or nothin', I ain't lyin'
I cannot bargain
To let the doors in
I'm goin' all in
She callin' more friends
I cannot bargain

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones & Chris Rosser.

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