She all about my money, she all about my money, she all about my money, she all about my car,
she all about my clothes, she know that I'm a star, hold up, hold up, hold up, now everybody pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah.
I'm pulling up, she rolling up, my 4's poking, I'm holding breath, riding on Kenny, we're sitting on Buck, styrofoam in a double cup, yeah.
And she like my style, we all watching poppers, love it when you come down, repping Lake Charles, I attend the H -Town,
Pimp C4, sis, I'm about to go down, ayy, and your girl love my swag, this is Maserati, baby, this is not a Jag,
she all about my money, she all about my car, she all about my clothes, she know that I'm a star, hold up, hold up, hold up, now everybody pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah.
She all about my money, she all about my car, she all about my clothes, she know that I'm a star, hold up, hold up, hold up, now everybody pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah.
I got two shows, two hoes, four bows on them four -foes, when I roll up, they hold up, cause them off -sets don't let up, bros, young Don, he stay chose, still living that street dream,
X -X -O, I'm mixed up, I'm top -down and I'm slapping, when I fly, buying that stingray, I'm running down for that check, I'm street -proud, my pack loud, and them bad hoes on deck, ayy, H -Town, when I rep, 13, my gang, tell them, hey, niggas, hold up, cause I'm still doing my thing, let go.
She all about my money, she all about my car, she all about my clothes, she know that I'm a star, hold up, hold up, hold up, now everybody pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah.
She all about my money, she all about my car, she all about my clothes, she know that I'm a star, hold up, hold up, hold up, now everybody pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah.
I got Gucci on top of Gucci, all on top of Gucci, she love my L -Dog on fours when I roll up like sushi, call it a hustle roll, that's why she wanna roll, perfect attendance on the wood wheel on the road, coming down, poking chrome on 410, I'm getting domed, it's 420, I'm getting zoned with a paint bottle and styrofoam, driving slow, music slow, moving slow, drinking Big Mo with a red cream and a Polo 4 and a red freak that's down to go, hold up.
She all about my money, she all about my car, she all about my clothes, she know that I'm a star, hold up, hold up, hold up, now everybody pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah.
She all about my money, she all about my car, she all about my clothes, she know that I'm a star, hold up, hold up, hold up, now everybody pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah.
Still done and boss, chasing that check code, me and that lifestyle, better have sex so turnt up, I ain't on no XO, a lot of drink, good for the sex, so yeah, I need to ride or die, ride a nigga like a Metro, huh, whole truck, smelling like gas, I ain't even tired of getting petrol, yeah, thanks to my S .A. Hector, I fall asleep with them bands and racks, work white like pow wow, drive I -10 with my head behind my back, Tony and Draper papers, yeah, hit the boot when I bring that sack, baby mama like, who is that, if she ain't not feeling it, let her like, hold up.
She all about my money, she all about my car, she all about my clothes, she know that I'm a star, hold up, hold up, hold up, now everybody pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah.
