All About A Sack - Travis Porter

Hey look I’m all about a…

I’m all about a sack

I’m all about a sack

Yeah, hey look I’m all about a sack (Yeah)

Hey look I’m all about a sack (Believe that)

Hey look I’m all about a sack (Yeah)

Hey look I’m all about a sack

I’m all about a sack, I’m all about a sack

I’m all about a sack, Hey look I’m all about a sack

I’m bout my cheese, I’m bout my fetti

Bout my dough, I’m bout to get it

Bout my paper, bout my money

I don’t think that that shit’s funny

Uh huh

I’m all about a sack,

thought I (thought I) told you that

Bank (Bank) roll on me, Hoe dont matter where I’m at

Guala, guala, guala, bitch you know I get it

Dollar, dollar, dollar, fuck it up in Magic City

Bitch spent about a 50, canary-yellow diamond

Look like lemonade, hell yeah them bitches shinin'!

Sack right, pass (pass) right

Clothes in the winter that don’t come out 'til next year

When I’m down in Florida, I be at the Fountain Blue

Diamonds doin' numbers, yeah them bitches Mountain Dew

Porsche panamara (pyooom!), take off at the light

If you aint got no sack, then you ain’t got no life!

I’m all about a sack

Yeah, hey look I’m all about a sack (Yeah)

Hey look I’m all about a sack (Believe that)

Hey look I’m all about a sack (Yeah)

Hey look I’m all about a sack

I’m all about a sack, I’m all about a sack

I’m all about a sack, Hey look I’m all about a sack

I’m bout my cheese, I’m bout my fetti

Bout my dough, I’m bout to get it

Bout my paper, bout my money

I don’t think that that shit’s funny

Uh huh

Hey look I’m all about a check, I’m all about a sack

It that ain’t the money callin', Ima have to call you back

I be in my loft chillin', knee deep in some…

call me in about an hour, i be knee deep in some cash

I went to M.I.A.

just to watch the game

and I walked across the street, to the condo on Biscayne

Big face roley, bitch should know me

And when yo' bitches see me, they like holy guapamole (Uh)

We be 'bout that chedder, we be 'bout that cheese

Bitch this that Cash Talk, we speak Guaponese

You can can catch me rollin' up the fruity

in a room full of groupies, me and skateboard Skooly!

I’m all about a sack

Yeah, hey look I’m all about a sack (Yeah)

Hey look I’m all about a sack (Believe that)

Hey look I’m all about a sack (Yeah)

Hey look I’m all about a sack

I’m all about a sack, I’m all about a sack

I’m all about a sack, Hey look I’m all about a sack

I’m bout my cheese, I’m bout my fetti

Bout my dough, I’m bout to get it

Bout my paper, bout my money

I don’t think that that shit’s funny

Uh huh

Boy them diamonds dancin', yeah they dance I know you see that shit

I’m all about a sack, I’m 'bout my check, I’m 'bout my benefits (Yup)

I do this shit, nigga I ain’t knew to this

Nigga’s talkin' crazy, man it’s ludacris

Baggin' nigga’s bitches like the grocery store

I said my name is Guap, she caught the holy ghost

And I just turn up for the hell of it

Pack in my drawer’s pocket, but you still can smell this shit

And I don’t fuck with hoes that say they celibate

I do what I want, they say I’m arrogant

It’s Guap bitch, label me the president

If you ain’t talkin' money, man that shits irrelevant!

…like money guap

Gettin' it, I can not stop

Buying shit I can not stop

Polo on my shirt, nigga Polo on my socks

Blessed cause I be kickin' shit, I got rich off of investin' shit

And I just keep requestin' it

I’m rich as fuck, no question it

Stackin' in the winter, Ballin' in the summer

I’m busy countin' money, ain’t got time for all that drama

And I just got a call, I’m headed overseas

Money is all I need, pussy is not a need

Family I got to feed, and that is not a choice

I’m feeling real good, in that four door Porsche

I’m all about a check, but not by force

Lookin' good, livin' good of course!

I’m all about a sack (Aha)

Yeah, hey look I’m all about a sack (Yeah)

Hey look I’m all about a sack (Believe that)

Hey look I’m all about a sack (Yeah)

Hey look I’m all about a sack

I’m all about a sack, I’m all about a sack

I’m all about a sack, Hey look I’m all about a sack

I’m bout my cheese, I’m bout my fetti

Bout my dough, I’m bout to get it

Bout my paper, bout my money

I don’t think that that shit’s funny

Uh huh