Got It All

作曲 : Dominic Hunn/Marshall Sherman/Matthew Burdette/Philip Pugh/Tahj Miller

One look at you

And my heart knew

You were the one for me

Not the type of nigga to brag, my lady got it all

Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off (Sheesh)

Plus she bad and bougie to top it off

Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off

Not the type of nigga to brag, lil' baby got it all, yeah

Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey (On God)

Only right I chop it, the top is off

So tell whoever trippin'

You the type that make me boss up

I've been coolin' but you movin' with some hot stuff

I just blow it, it don't matter what it cost us

Baby bring it to the table like a potluck, yeah

And they be tellin' me it's not love

But they don't know who they speakin' on, it's not us (Yeah)

You can't tell me what you got is not drugs

'Cause I'm addicted, can you come and let me cope up? Yeah

And girl you got me locked up, they won't let me out (Nah)

Dealin' with these bitches, they just stress me out (Yeah)

You the one I want to come and bless me now, uh

Right now like, right now like

Not the type of nigga to brag, my lady got it all

Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off (Sheesh)

Plus she bad and bougie to top it off

Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off

Not the type of nigga to brag, lil' baby got it all, yeah

Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey (On God)

Only right I chop it, the top is off

So tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off (Yeah, ayy)

Don't talk just pay attention (Yeah)

Even good girls gotta pay commission (Sheesh)

Word on the street is that you got it all

I wanna press every button 'til you turn bad

Joint in my mouth for the look baby (Yeah)

I'm the type you read about in the newspaper

I'm the type to take you out,

In the new Mercedes (In the new Mercedes)

Windows down, music loud, I was born to make it (Uh)

I slide right in, if her sheets is satin

Talk still cheap, I'm about those actions

Real satisfaction, true thug passion

She look good in high heels, open toes, Air Maxes

I'm out

Not the type of nigga to brag, my lady got it all (Yeah)

Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off (Sheesh)

Plus she bad and bougie to top it off

Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off

Not the type of nigga to brag, lil' baby got it all, yeah

Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey (On God)

Only right I chop it, the top is off

So tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off

Oh, yeah

Uh

Haha, yeah

Got it all

She got it all

That nigga Blxst

Dom Kennedy

Still gettin' fly