"Allatttt" lyrics - BINO RIDEAUX

BINO RIDEAUX
"Allatttt"
feat. Ty Dolla $ign

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I pull up, she gon' give up all that (All that)
Just pussy and loyalty, all that (All that)
Different energy, gon' make me fall back (Fall back)
'Cause ain't no time, I'm in these streets and all that (All that)
You was struggling, made it out from all that (All that)
A new Birkin and new Givenchy, all that (All that)
You can short it to no one else, I taught that (Taught that)
Won't you play your position and all that? (All that)

[Verse 1: Bino Rideaux]
Huh, I was staying real (Real, huh)
How you feel? (Feel) How you deal? (Deal, huh)
Bitch, you want fuck me? Nigga won't try to kill
If the drank don't, then all this karma will (Sip)
Can you pull up, fuck me in your designer heel? (Beast)
Know I told you, thought it was over
But I'm trying still (Yeah, huh)
I got my weight up, like I body build (Get 'em)
Mama told me, "that girl gon' kill me"
And she probably will (Bitch, huh, ay)
I just wanted you, you want a lot (Bitch)
Eye for eye, the place, we on top (Uh, ay)
I was falling for you, then it stopped (Bitch, ay)
Earning bands at party, I forgot (Get 'em, ay)
I don't need a wife, I need a thot (Bitch, ay)
I could boss your life up off the block (Bitch, ay)
When them niggas folded, I did not
So I don't need you out here acting like I'm odd

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I pull up, she gon' give up all that (All that)
Just pussy and loyalty, all that (All that)
Different energy, gon' make me fall back (Fall back)
'Cause ain't no time, I'm in these streets and all that (All that)
You was struggling, made it out from all that (All that)
A new Birkin and new Givenchy, all that (All that)
You can short it to no one else, I taught that (Taught that)
Won't you play your position and all that? (All that)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Woo-woo, made another mil, tuh
How you feel? How you feel? Tuh
Bitches be plottin', but I'm one step ahead, tuh
That nigga snitched, then he was found dead, tuh
Walk up in the building with Bino and Nip, tuh
Just got a text from my girl, she want the dick, tuh
Pull up and fuck me on these Versace sheets
Lately, I feel like somebody watchin' me
Hop in the Coupe, raise the roof, me and my girl
I'm over the thots to tell you the truth (Truth)
I'm countin' this cash inside of the Porsche, it's baby blue
VVS, my diamonds shine, they bright as the moon, yeah
They wanna fight, my niggas shoot (Shoot, shoot)
She want that French Vanilla Ciroc
Said she don't fuck with the GOOSE
Dolla might drop a hundred on a watch
Dolla might buy a new yacht
Tickets been goin' two hundred a pop
Dolla gon' sell out the spot (The spot)