[Verse 1]
Girl, you think you all that and you really that
We ain't gotta question why they really mad
Love to mix the Prada with the Fendi bag
Flexing on these bitches with they silly ass
Posting 'bout some shit that they ain't really had
Acting like they places they ain't really at
But you move different when you really bad
But you move different when you really bad
Your priorities in order, want to fly across the border
We can lay up by the water, pick a city, yeah
Bag of chips and girl, you all in 'em
How you fit all that ass up in that raw denim?
Lеft ya ex, what you saw in 'em?
Took it all with 'em
I know you wеnt through it all with 'em
But you deserve what people don't see
How 'bout we catch a boat and set sea, girl?
Don't need your purse, shit is on me
Too pretty you do this in your sleep

[Chorus]
'Cause girl, you all
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[Verse 2]
Too good to be true, they don't believe you
Fuck a Instagram, they need to see you
Face card valid, they can't say nothing now
I know all these bitches want to be you
Stop playing, you got your head on, baby
We crashing, going head on, baby
You got passions and the head going crazy
You high fashion and you get X-rated
You ain't need none of the men you dated
Oh my God, who got you irritated?
Too bad for what you entertaining
Let's watch Martin in my bedroom naked
Taste so good I couldn't save it for later
Superstar girl, you belong on fader
Switching it up, baby, you know I like flavors
Girl, you all that

[Pre-Chorus]
I know they think that it's light but baby, it's heavy
Let go of those other guys 'cause they wasn't ready
Now I know you outside with Keisha and Brandi
Told you, you was all that but you knew it already

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Girl, you all that
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Girl, you all that
[Outro]
Won't lie to you, girl, you all that
These n***as don't even get a call back
It's a murder scene, dress all black
Own car, own crib and it's all that
Brand new job got ya own sack
I can tell you was a star and you on track
Won't lie to you, girl, you all that
These n***as don't even get a call back