All About It
I'm doin' great, really no debate
Never hate, so no I can't relate
Eatin' good, throw that on my plate
I think she would, told her don't be late
Let's get it started, it's a celebration baby
Flight departed, goin' on vacation baby
Yeah, on the TV you gon' see me (On the TV you gon' see me)
Make it look easy, wanna be me (Wanna be me)
Imma just stick to the plan, know she can tell I'm the man
Rockin' the stage with a band, I'm doin' this shit cause I can
I don't even care what they say aye, now every day is a pay day
Cause I'm in the booth and I'm way up
What's an alley oop to a lay up yeah
And I'm livin' the high life
My ganja different colors like it's tie dye
Yeah I swear the money never change me
Never rearrange me, so don't look at me strange like that aye
Yeah you can tell I'm all about it baby
No he don't know nothin' about it, get it right
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it baby
You know we coolin' and we zooted, get it right
Slow it down then speed it up, it's goin' down know I beat it up
Clean up then I reup, countin' it kickin' it back with my feet up
I'm kicking back, I'm chillin' with my feet up
The Maxim models, they rollin' all my weed up
Turn the speakers up, come and pull ya seat up
We cookin' up the records, serving, lyrical fajitas
Buncha Derek Jeters, money comin' speedy like a pack of cheetas
Surrounded by some bad mamacitas
Prolly faint if you meet us, but you look like my soul mate
No make up on you still look so great, my bed is where we escape
Legs open, lookin' like the golden gates
Take you to the lake, Imma feed you grapes
In the morning, cook you crepes
Gettin' twisted under covers, lookin' like a figure 8
You are somethin' I need now, I can't wait
I won't hesitate to appreciate you, lemme take your breath away
Lift you off your feet, take your stress away
Kiss your neck, take your dress away
Tell your friends you're here to stay
Got a bright future but we livin' in today
Yeah you can tell I'm all about it baby
No he don't know nothin' about it, get it right
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it baby
You know we coolin' and we zooted, get it right
Slow it down then speed it up, it's goin' down know I beat it up
Clean up then I reup, countin' it kickin' it back with my feet up
Slow it down then speed it up, it's goin' down know I beat it up
Clean up then I reup, countin' it kickin' it back with my feet up
Never hate, so no I can't relate
Eatin' good, throw that on my plate
I think she would, told her don't be late
Let's get it started, it's a celebration baby
Flight departed, goin' on vacation baby
Yeah, on the TV you gon' see me (On the TV you gon' see me)
Make it look easy, wanna be me (Wanna be me)
Imma just stick to the plan, know she can tell I'm the man
Rockin' the stage with a band, I'm doin' this shit cause I can
I don't even care what they say aye, now every day is a pay day
Cause I'm in the booth and I'm way up
What's an alley oop to a lay up yeah
And I'm livin' the high life
My ganja different colors like it's tie dye
Yeah I swear the money never change me
Never rearrange me, so don't look at me strange like that aye
Yeah you can tell I'm all about it baby
No he don't know nothin' about it, get it right
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it baby
You know we coolin' and we zooted, get it right
Slow it down then speed it up, it's goin' down know I beat it up
Clean up then I reup, countin' it kickin' it back with my feet up
I'm kicking back, I'm chillin' with my feet up
The Maxim models, they rollin' all my weed up
Turn the speakers up, come and pull ya seat up
We cookin' up the records, serving, lyrical fajitas
Buncha Derek Jeters, money comin' speedy like a pack of cheetas
Surrounded by some bad mamacitas
Prolly faint if you meet us, but you look like my soul mate
No make up on you still look so great, my bed is where we escape
Legs open, lookin' like the golden gates
Take you to the lake, Imma feed you grapes
In the morning, cook you crepes
Gettin' twisted under covers, lookin' like a figure 8
You are somethin' I need now, I can't wait
I won't hesitate to appreciate you, lemme take your breath away
Lift you off your feet, take your stress away
Kiss your neck, take your dress away
Tell your friends you're here to stay
Got a bright future but we livin' in today
Yeah you can tell I'm all about it baby
No he don't know nothin' about it, get it right
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it baby
You know we coolin' and we zooted, get it right
Slow it down then speed it up, it's goin' down know I beat it up
Clean up then I reup, countin' it kickin' it back with my feet up
Slow it down then speed it up, it's goin' down know I beat it up
Clean up then I reup, countin' it kickin' it back with my feet up
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Keech
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