All The Way (feat. AlizaythaDon)

In the city airin' thirty floors up

In McClarens, people starin

So fuck it, we keep the doors up

Bitches hatin' on us like hoe do you even know us

I know you see the proof whenever we decide to show up

Shawty showin' off, Trap goin' off

In kitchen whippin' magic, created a crystal ball

Me and the family goin' crazy, we takin' off

Got hundreds in the bezu and glizzy tucked in the draws

Shoot it Call of Duty

Do this shit for real, outside it's like a movie

We don't wait in lobby no more just send it to me

Shawty shakin' ass off the Toosie, She said she wonders how'll real player do me, yeah

I can show you that, talkin' my shit baby, where my single ladies at?

Throwin' racks on the dance floor

Shawty want? Let me see that ass go

Two hundred every time like you pass go

Austin, got me in my thoughts again

Got me off again

Got me all the way again

Again

Talkin' 'bout us, I want it

Thinkin' 'bout you, that's toxic, too often like

Austin, got me in my thoughts again

Got me off again

Got me all the way again

Again

Talkin' 'bout us, I want it

Thinkin' 'bout you, that's toxic, too often

Put me on the court and I'm ballin, no And one

In a club, in Miami, they playin' my anthem

Gettin' flirty with shawty, she gettin' too hands-on

How the fuck you real, when you ain't puttin' your mans on?

Weak as fuck

I done came up out the Bay though

Cinnabon, I need a shawty be like J-Lo

Ride or die, but I can't let her touch my bankroll

I don't talk much but if I do, it's what I say so

I can't die young and I can't die sober

Thirty floors up with your hoe, she on a gold rush

Only met her once and now she actin' like she knows us

Legs hangin' out the coupe, like fuck it, lift the doors up

Lil' mama I made it, who knew?

Hundred lames tryin' do what we do

It's always hard to see the angle I do

But it ain't hard to see between me and you

Lil' mama I made it, who knew?

Hundred lames tryin' do what we do

It's always hard to see the angle I do

But it ain't hard to see between me and you

You got a hundred dollar bill? Put your hands up

You got a fifty dollar bill? Put your hands up

You got a twenty dollar bill? Put your hands up

You got a ten dollar bill? Put your hands up

Single ladies, I can't hear y'all

Single ladies, make noise

Single ladies, I can't hear y'all

Single ladies, make noise

Aye, got a hundred dollar bill? Put your hands up

Got a fifty dollar bill? Put your hands up

Got a twenty dollar bill, get your bands up

'Zay and I pullin' up, shit gettin' dangerous

We don't even look at the tab, this shit ran up

I need to buy more homes like I quarterback for Kansas

When I get tired of bein' seen I just vanish

Bring a shawty with me, half black, half spanish

I need a foreign ting 'round me like the whips

Bentley or McClaren whenever I have to dip

P.I.M.P, I'm so far from a simp

Got that buss down diet, prefer the carets on my wrist

Yeah

I can show you that, talkin' my shit baby, where my single ladies at?

Throwin' racks on the dance floor

Shawty want? Let me see that ass go

Two hundred every time like you pass go

Austin, got me in my thoughts again

Got me off again

Got me all the way again

Again

Talkin' 'bout us, I want it

Thinkin' 'bout you, that's toxic