We All That

Give it to me! Yeauh Shout outs to Donnie! Told you [Verse One] She a fly one. So you know I had to make her my one And oh my, son. So much class feel like I should wear a tie, son She bout it bout it. Little mamma wyling out and we acting like we're young She down for whatever when we go out. Yeah, we keep each other sprung. She ain't about them papers, I ain't about being a player. She hold her own. That strut! She balling hard like Lakers She's texting, "are you busy?" She's saying, "See me later." I paint the town red when she with me, boy. We run the town like mayors [Hook] We too bad! On the real tip I got her on my arm she pouts her lips She drives me crazy I drive the whip We all that. Where the bag of chips?! [x2] [Verse Two] We both know what we bringing. Got each other singing. Rumors don't matter I'm on my Marcus A. (Aye Aye!) She on her Cleopatra Don't worry about me. I'mma get you what you want A house with bookshelves to the ceilings, satin sheets and silk pajamas My hand is on top of her hand. I'm on top of my game. We on top of the world Trying top of the charts for on top of the hills up in Hollywood. Chill with a string of pearls Give Kimye a run for they money. Oh, K, you just gonna throw that? Dressed to kill. Sex appeal. You wanna be this and you know that! [Repeat Hook] (Second time through, music comes to a slow stop and there's dialogue setting up the next track) [Kulprit] Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold. . [Engineer] Damn, D, what are you doing, man? [Kulprit] Nigga, I was feelin!. . .Ok, well you killed it. Next!