Moneybagg Yo – All Time High Lyrics

All Time High

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"All Time High." - Moneybagg Yo

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 03:46 pm

Album: Federal Reloaded

Track No: 20

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Y-J, one-two, one-two, two-two, two-three, two-two, two-three, three
All that, yeah
Young Smith
Haters at a all time high, this shit for real (the shit real)
I can't go no world without my stick, this shit for real (stick the this shit in)
All the family hate, probably wanna see me kill (damn)
Haters at a all time high, this shit for real (at the shit for real)
It get to the point where I can't post up certain pictures
It get to the point where I can barely trust my **** (whoo)
It get to the point where I'm just so straight on these benches (I'm just so straight)
It get to the point to where that bankroll getting bigger (for real, ****)
Came in the gang with just a .9, now I'm the shit, though (oh, shit thought)
Everywhere I go, they bumping me just like a pimple
Pockets getting fat, I'm talking 'bout hungry, hungry, hipper
But these A-motherfuckers wanna see my shit on light, bro
When I come around, **** lookin' at me sideways
Don't know, I got them huddles and they shootin' them bangas sideways
Probably wanna see me fucked by a label, but they won't sign me
Bread gang, endless TNT, I do this my way (this is my)
Okay, your bitches sending mentions (for real)
That's why you got some tension
While you were balling, I was benching
And your contract on suspension
I watched you take all 'em shots
Now I'm in it just to win it (I'm real)
Is you mad 'cause I'm winning?
Or how a **** get his ass?
Haters at a all time high, this shit for real (this shit real)
I can't go no world without my stick, this shit for real (stick the this shit in)
All the family hate, probably wanna see me kill (damn)
Haters at a all time, how this shit for real (at this shit for real)
It get to the point where I can't close no certain pictures
It get to the point where I can barely trust my ****
It get to the point where I'm just so straight on these bitches (I'm just so straight)
It get to the point to where that back road get bigger (for real, ****)
Ah-ah, shit (oh, damn), they hatin' the hate (they hatin')
I knew that would happen, but where you was at when I was makin' pallets?
I wasn't even rapping, I was just trappin'
Tryna make it happen, doin' no actin' (for real)
Snackin' off the paper, addin' no subtractin'
Havin' dreams of a **** livin' last, charis in my watch, where the fuck the rabbit at?
See you in the round there (so sup), but you tryna be 'round now (tryna be 'round here)
See you was the man then (but no strength), but yeah, I'm the man now
Got them shooters hitting it just soon as I point
What you was in for? I got to this point (got to that)
Staying out the way, getting money is a crime
They gon' see me straight to the joint
Man, I'm so built for the pressure (I'm built)
Mad ass hos say I'm extra
Put a line through them, yeah, I X them
They just mad 'cause I nixed them (hey)
They just mad 'cause I'm flexing, (yeah)
Diamonds fighting like Tekken (hey)
Don't give a fuck what a hater say (don't)
Flat ****, I don't burn this way
Haters at a all time, how this shit for real (the shit real)
I can't go no world without my stick, this shit for real (stick the this shit in)
All the family hate, probably wanna see me kill (damn)
Haters at a all time, how this shit for real (at this shit for real)
It get to the point where I can't post up certain pictures
It get to the point where I can barely trust my ****
It get to the point where I'm just so straight on these bitches (okay, okay)
It's getting to the point to where that back road getting bigger (real, ****)

Writer(s): Moneybagg Yo.

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