All Star

Fuego-go-go-go-go (DJ Mustard speaking) [Verse 1: Ty$] I got all this money bout to leave with all these bitches Tell that bitch She can have all these hundreds but I wanna see some ass and some titties Make that shit bounce, turn a young nigga up Pop one of these and wash it down how you like me now Rose bottoms up, in VIP smoking up a cloud [Hook] Tell me what the fuck you gon' do With a young nigga like me Nigga with so much dough White tee in a Bentley I know what your bitch gon' do Soon as she sees me She gon' drop it low, she gon' pick it up She gon' back it up right here on me [Hook] I'mma knock it down like I'm hittin free throws And I'm gettin money like I'm playing for the pros She used to the rookies but I'mma all star all star Throwin hundreds out the sports car sports car All out all out all out all out all out all out woah All out all out all out all out all out all out it Pushaz Ink* baby [Verse 2: Ty$] I drunk all this rose bout to get started on this Cliquot Tell that bitch I got more peso than Jose, now ven aqui chupa mi pito Rapido Turn a young nigga up, baby don't trip its just drugs Now girl lets bump and I ain't talkin bout the dance I'm talkin bout gettin fucked up [Hook & Hook] [Verse 3: Kid Ink] It's Kid Ink baby And I'm right on time B-ball out like I stepped on the line I should get a ticket bitches tell me I'm fine All Star team, me and my nigga Ty I said it smell like money, nose like Pippen So high I could dunk on Blake Griffin Rose honey I don't care what you sipping Stacks so thick, Shaq couldn't grip it (egh) Go in, and I got enough for all of your friends Back to the crib, do it all again Feeling so fly I'm way above the rim And I see that you want it But your man in the way like a goalie We ain't getting no sleep till the morning Take flight, warning, cause baby it's going, going [Hook]