All You Need Lyrics

For all my boss bitches

Yeah

Yeah

Tell me Why I gotta wait forever I been feeling like the greatest ever

Ain't no hallucinating trust I put the list together

I'm tryna hit the galleria for a Louis sweater

I'm tryna customize the car seats with Gucci leather

Sometimes the money make me feel better

When all I wanted was to never settle

So many memories, I set up goals just to get the cheddar

Hate How we living told my mama we was dying better

Now everybody get ya roll on,

It's a different time nobody want a slow song

A private party bad bitches with a pole on

Ain't even tryna fuck tonight just keep ya clothes on

It took me time to do it right I did so many wrongs

I tried to cover up my scars I put givenchy on

You ever ignored every sign that told you stop going

Now all the bitches hit my line like a trap phone

And I Know she got it all, money to be made hella ways that she can ball

Throwing pussy Tariq woolen know I picked it off

Ain't giving out the number so I don't expect a call

Behavior from a boss

The fastest on the hill iain talkin randy moss

Believe in yaself baby you can pay the cost

Ice all on my body got it snowing Jack Frost

Mama shit finna be different you ain't gotta shop at Ross

Everything that she got on you know she paid for it

And ain't nobody gave her shit she had to slave for it

She wanna get her pussy ate ain't gotta shave for it

It's something bout a boss bitch that I just can't ignore

I'm polo baby but I'm dripping in Christian Dior

I told her let's go on a trip baby let's go explore

I know they thought that I would quit when they closed every door

Now when I take my girl shopping I can buy the store

Tell me Why I gotta wait forever I been feeling greatest ever

Ain't no hallucinating trust I put the list together

I'm tryna hit the galleria for a Louis sweater

I'm tryna custom the car seats with Gucci leather

Sometimes the money make me feel better

When all I wanted was to never settle

So many memories, I set up goals just to get the cheddar

Hate How we living told my mama we was dying better

Now everybody get ya roll on, it's a different time nobody want a slow song

A private party bad bitches with a pole on

Ain't even tryna fuck tonight just keep ya clothes on

It took me time to do it right I did so many wrongs

I tried to cover up my scars I put givenchy on

You ever ignored every sign that told you stop going

Now all the bitches hit my line like a trap phone (like a trap phone)

(Like a trap phone)

(Get ya roll on)

(Aye, aye, aye)

(Polo Baby