Juicy J - All That lyrics

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies] I pop up on yo' block, pull up on yo street Girl, first I got your number, then I got under them sheets Then I hopped on top of these beats, I ain't been home in weeks Yeah, I know you tryna eat, but, n***a, I'm tryna feast, so I gotta go We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that She gon' go, she don't think, she do all that Wasn't feelin' lil mama, had to fall back Hit my phone, ain't talk no dope, I don't call back Write these verses so, player, we read verses in Isaiah Baby ain't even gotta state it, she know that I'm a smooth operator Baby talk too much and I don't like that Gotta leave tomorrow and I ain't book my flight yet Sometimes, no matter what you do, they forget about all that But I know they gon' remember me, cause a boy all that I'm ballin', she want it, I get it, I get it I'm plugged in, got friends that, spend millions [Hook x2: Casey Veggies] We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that She gon' go, she don't think, she do all that They don't think we from the streets, but I'm bout all that I came up from the bottom, I do all that [Verse 2: Juicy J] All of these b**hes be jockin', all of these n***as keep hatin' I get Jacksons, Grants, and Franklins so we call that changin' faces Stuntin' off in the Bugatti, drive so fast you think I'm racing My n***a, this weed so strong, I'm gone, you might think I laced it Ballin', b**h, I thought you knew If you n***as had my paper, you'd be ballin' too Teach a n***a how to stunt, I should start a school All I do is press a bu*ton just to start the coupe Swimmin' in so many women, I lost count Once they give me that p**y, homie, I dog 'em out If you ain't talkin' bout money then what you talkin' about? If they say money talks, then my dollars shout Popsicles on my chain, ice cubes on my wrist Snow cones on my fingers, yo' b**h on my dick Street n***a, still have a mill up in my shoe box Old school, still keep a stash in my tube socks Kush, all up in my rollin' papers Got me coughin' like a cancer patient Countin' cash like a calculator OG still gettin' dome like activator, all that [Hook] [Verse 3: Rockie Fresh] I f** b**hes, I get money, I do all that n***as want me to impress 'em, they can fall back I'd be trippin' if I told you I was all rap I got stocks, I got blocks, n***a, hold that Wal-Mart prices on the roll backs Cheap sh**, n***a, we don't know that Expensive, designer, we spendin', we spendin' I'm ballin', got friends that's, Egyptian And I'm out for that payback Got a couple n***as that stay strapped, yeah New school had a n***a trippin' But my old b**h helped me get my soul back, yeah I started off in a Sonata, then I went and got me a Range Then I went and got me a Beamer Now a few of my homies do the same n***a we don't care about chains, I can shine in white T That's pro'ly why yo' b**h like me Low key she wanna be my wifey, I'm thinkin' that she might be Show her sh** you never show her She wanna get high, I inserted a quarter We playin' games, you out of order Thirsty n***a need water, you know you can't afford her, yeah [Hook] [Verse 4: Ty Dolla $ign] She got blunts, I got papers, we got all that We gon' smoke, we gon' f**, we did all that Homies trippin' and we trippin', we with all that Pint of Act, double cups, we got all that Lil bruh fought his case, just gave him all day Baby Buddha in there too, he got all day Time goes by, puffin' on shake Just to keep him high, watch the time waste L.A. n***as in Atlanta strip clubs Smoking good, eating good, I just fell in love Lil b**h told the homie she don't have s** We already f**ed, you ain't gotta flex [Hook]