Текст песни All On Me - Tum Tum , Spark Dawg

(X8)
I don't want your girl, pimpin', she just all on me

I don't want your girl, pimpin', she just all on me
Now you mad, boy, you sad, last week we was all homies
Stirrin' with them nugs 'cause I poke the tenderoni
Man, this song for players only, bro
You shouldn't have left her lonely
See, when I roll up slowly, boppers run up on me
Pockets full of monies, so that's why they wanna bone me
Homie, ain't nothin' 'bout me fake, fraud, or phony
Got that ratchet for them jackers, you ain't takin' nada from me
See, I don't want your girl, and I don't want your bitch
In the name of Pimp C, bitch, make a nigga rich
Swag so raw, so ill, so sick
I don't want your girl, but you're still on dick, ya dig?
(X8)
I don't want your girl, pimpin', she just all on me

It was me, it was me, Spark Dog and TBG
Couple double Lambos, V.I.P., B.I.G
And you know we hella swaggy, so them bitches start choosing
Niggas start hatin' 'cause them niggas start losing
We straight Grey Goose'n, Rosé, Moët
Patrón shots, Cristal, stuntin' on your sucka set
We TBG, ho, fuck what you talkin' 'bout
I'm 'bout to leave with your ho and blow her back out

They call me Hoodboss, AKA Money Man
Niggas call me baby, but the haters call me Uncle Dan
Yeah, that asshole nigga with the money plan
Get your girl and make her work out to my fuckin' jam
V.I.P., B.I.G., they know who I am
Zilla got the smack backpack with the hundred grand
Yeah, we hot, TBG's up the game
Built Ford tough, but your girl, she can't dodge RAM
(X8)
I don't want your girl, pimpin', she just all on me

I don't want that bitch, that bitch wants Supa
I just want a beat, so I guess I'ma loop her
I ain't gon' cap though, lil' mama sexy
I don't want her, she just all on me like complexion
Lookin' at me hard, thinkin' like I'm a reflection
All in my ear how she mixed with Black and Mexican
Don't come to me, better get your bitch
She makin' lil' gestures how she want my dick

Got a lot of money, keep them hoes all on me
Pocket full of cheese, bitches call me macaroni
I'm ballin' like Spalding, from the D to New Orleans
Ayy, bro, tell your bitch to stop callin' me
Fresh prince of Dallas, swaggin' is my hobby
Ramada outta rooms, so I hit her in the lobby
Gucci bandana, chain look stunnin'
I smoke all day, but I smell like money
(X8)
I don't want your girl, pimpin', she just all on me