All That

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Girl, you think you all that and you really that We ain't gotta question why they really mad Love to mix the Prada with the Fendi bag Flexing on these bitches with they silly ass Posting 'bout some shit that they ain't really had Acting like they places they ain't really at But you move different when you really bad But you move different when you really bad Your priorities in order, want to fly across the border We can lay up by the water, pick a city, yeah Bag of chips and girl, you all in 'em How you fit all that ass up in that raw denim? Lеft ya ex, what you saw in 'em? Took it all with 'em I know you wеnt through it all with 'em But you deserve what people don't see How 'bout we catch a boat and set sea, girl? Don't need your purse, shit is on me Too pretty you do this in your sleep [Chorus] 'Cause girl, you all That That That That That That That Girl, you all That That That That That Girl, you all that [Verse 2] Too good to be true, they don't believe you Fuck a Instagram, they need to see you Face card valid, they can't say nothing now I know all these bitches want to be you Stop playing, you got your head on, baby We crashing, going head on, baby You got passions and the head going crazy You high fashion and you get X-rated You ain't need none of the men you dated Oh my God, who got you irritated? Too bad for what you entertaining Let's watch Martin in my bedroom naked Taste so good I couldn't save it for later Superstar girl, you belong on fader Switching it up, baby, you know I like flavors Girl, you all that [Pre-Chorus] I know they think that it's light but baby, it's heavy Let go of those other guys 'cause they wasn't ready Now I know you outside with Keisha and Brandi Told you, you was all that but you knew it already [Chorus] Girl, you all that That That That That That That Girl, you all That That That That That Girl, you all that [Outro] Won't lie to you, girl, you all that These niggas don't even get a call back It's a murder scene, dress all black Own car, own crib and it's all that Brand new job got ya own sack I can tell you was a star and you on track Won't lie to you, girl, you all that These niggas don't even get a call back