She All About It (feat. Zay M$ney)

She all about dat
(Paper)

She all about dat
(Paper)

Truth be told
This bitch
Ain't never love me

All she
Wanted
Was to Fuck Me

And Use My Energy

She all about dat
(Paper)

She all about dat
(Paper)

Truth be told
This bitch
Ain't never love me

All she
Wanted
Was to Fuck Me

And Get Some Money

I met this bitch
At a Casino

Sippin Remy
Getting tipsy

At the crap table
She posted next to me

I'm smelling like
Amber White

Mixed with golden sands
A touch of Tom Ford oils

I know she sniffing out
My flavor

I'm a game winner

She's a juicy
Lil Amazon looking

Luscious chocolate
Dessert on a Plate

She wanna conversate
I wanna converse

And take her to my room first
So I can put in some work

But that's Just
The remy Talking

She plotting
So I'll be patient

See what's baking
She into money making

And getting that ass
To shaking

She whispered in my ear
And Made her
Intentions clear

I picked up my chips
And Said
Let's get out of here

She on her cell phone
Talking loud

You lil sexy Bitch
Yeah
I said it with a slick smile

It's going down
In the hallways

She flirting hard
Like she knowing

That her nookie Is
About to get slayed

She all about dat
(Paper)

She all about dat
(Paper)

Truth be told
This bitch
Ain't never love me

All she
Wanted
Was to Fuck Me

And Use My Energy

She all about dat
(Paper)

She all about dat
(Paper)

Truth be told
This bitch
Ain't never love me

All she
Wanted
Was to Fuck Me

And Get Some Money

We blowing it down
Up In the Compound

She feeling good
Hitting the Kush

She laid back
And said Whoo Child

I said you aight

She said
She just fine

Said she
She having
A little trouble

Dealing
With these Bills

She got on her Mind

She kicked
Her heels off

And sipped her wine

Said she
Came to the casino

To catch a whale
And Strike Big Time

I smiled
Said all those types

Down at the
Big Boy Tables

She said
She know

But you threw me off
So I was able

Looking confused

I said
So why You here

I know this remy
Got me going

And you
Looking so sexy
Laying there

She giggled

And then her Tits
Wiggled A little

She said
Wanna to fiddle

With the black mamba
In the middle

I was titillated

So Excited by
The invitement

Is it Just For Me

For Free

Or is there
A price with this

It's a Vegas night
I feel nice

And
We both enticing

I ain't paying
For this

We both flirting

Making it
Exciting

She said

I triggered her senses
With a sex fragrance

She was curious to know
More of my energy

Beyond a
Being Temptress

She all about dat
(Paper)

She all about dat
(Paper)

Truth be told
This bitch
Ain't never love me

All she
Wanted
Was to Fuck Me

And Use My Energy

She all about dat
(Paper)

She all about dat
(Paper)

Truth be told
This bitch
Ain't never love me

All she
Wanted
Was to Fuck Me

And Get Some Money



Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Coles
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