Casey Veggies - All That lyrics

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I pop up on your block

Pull up on your street

Girl, first I got your number

Then I got under them sheets

Then I hopped on top of these beats

I ain't been home in weeks

Yeah, I know you're tryna eat

But nigga, I'm tryna feast

So I gotta go

We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that

She gonna go, she don't think, she do all that

Wasn't feeling, lil’ mama had to fall back

You hit my phone and talk no dope, I don't call back

Write these verses so player

But read verses in Isaiah

Baby ain't even gotta state it

She know that I'm a smooth operator

Baby talk too much and I don't like that

Gotta lead ‘em all night, book my flight, yeah

Sometimes no matter what you do, they forget about all that

But I know they gonna remember me ‘cause a boy all that

I'm balling, she want it

I get it, I get it, I'm plugging

Got friends that spend millions

We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that

She gonna go, she don't think, she do all that

They don’t think you from the streets but I’m ‘bout all that

I came up from the bottom, I do all that

We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that

She gonna go, she don't think, she do all that

They don’t know you from the streets but I’m ‘bout all that

I came up from the bottom, I do all that

All of these bitches be jockin', all of these niggas keep hating

I get Jacksons, Grants, and Franklins so we call that changing faces

Stunting off in the Bugatti, drive so fast you think I'm racing

My nigga, this weed so strong, I'm gone, you might think I laced it

Balling, bitch, I thought you knew

If you niggas had my paper you'd be balling, too

Teach a nigga how to stunt, I should start a school

All I do is press a button just to start the coupe

Swimming in so many women I lost count

Once they give me that pussy, homie, I dolled ‘em out

If you ain't talking ‘bout money then what you talking about

If they say money talks then my dollars shout

Popsicles on my chain, ice cubes on my wrist

Snow cones on my fingers, your bitch on my dick

Street nigga still have a mill up in my shoe box

Old school, still keep a stash in my tube socks

Kush all up in my rolling papers

Got me coughing like a cancer patient

Counting cash like a calculator

OG still getting dome like activator, all that

We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that

She gonna go, she don't think, she do all that

They don’t think you from the streets but I’m ‘bout all that

I came up from the bottom, I do all that

We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that

She gonna go, she don't think, she do all that

They don’t know you from the streets but I’m ‘bout all that

I came up from the bottom, I do all that

I fuck bitches, I get money, I do all that

Niggas want me to impress ‘em, they can fall back

I be tripping if I told you I was all rap

I got stocks, I got blocks, nigga, hold that

Wal-Mart prices on the roll back

Cheap shit, nigga, we don't know that

Expensive, designer

We spending, we spending

I'm balling, got friends that's Egyptian

And I'm out for that payback

Got a couple niggas that stay strapped

New school had a nigga tripping

But my old bitch helped me get my soul back

I started off in a Sonata

Then went and got me a Range

Then I went and got me a Beamer

Now I feel my homies do the same

Nigga, we don't care about change

I can shine in a white T

Which is probably why your bitch like me

Low key, she wanna be my wifey

I'm thinking that she might be

Shorty says you’re never sure

She wanna get high, I insert with a quarter

We playing games, you out of order

Thirsty nigga need water

You know you can't afford her

We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that

She gonna go, she don't think, she do all that

They don’t think you from the streets but I’m ‘bout all that

I came up from the bottom, I do all that

We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that

She gonna go, she don't think, she do all that

They don’t know you from the streets but I’m ‘bout all that

I came up from the bottom, I do all that

She got blunts, I got papers, we got all that

We gonna smoke, we gonna fuck, we did all that

Homies tripping and we tripping, we with all that

Pint of act, double cups, we got all that

Lil’ bro fought his case, just gave him all this

Baby … in there, too, he got all day

Time goes by, puffing on shake

Just to keep him high watch the time waste

LA niggas in Atlanta strip club

Smoking good, eating good, I just fell in love

Lil’ bitch told the homie she don't want sex

We already fucked you, ain't gotta flex

We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that

She gonna go, she don't think, she do all that

They don’t think you from the streets but I’m ‘bout all that

I came up from the bottom, I do all that

We got hoes, we got drinks, we got all that

She gonna go, she don't think, she do all that

They don’t know you from the streets but I’m ‘bout all that

I came up from the bottom, I do all that