All Star

Fuego-go-go-go-go

(DJ Mustard speaking)

[Verse 1: Ty$]

I got all this money bout to leave with all these bitches

Tell that bitch

She can have all these hundreds but I wanna see some ass and some titties

Make that shit bounce, turn a young nigga up

Pop one of these and wash it down how you like me now

Rose bottoms up, in VIP smoking up a cloud

[Hook]

Tell me what the fuck you gon' do

With a young nigga like me

Nigga with so much dough

White tee in a Bentley

I know what your bitch gon' do

Soon as she sees me

She gon' drop it low, she gon' pick it up

She gon' back it up right here on me

[Hook]

I'mma knock it down like I'm hittin free throws

And I'm gettin money like I'm playing for the pros

She used to the rookies but I'mma all star all star

Throwin hundreds out the sports car sports car

All out all out all out all out all out all out woah

All out all out all out all out all out all out it Pushaz Ink* baby

[Verse 2: Ty$]

I drunk all this rose bout to get started on this Cliquot

Tell that bitch

I got more peso than Jose, now ven aqui chupa mi pito

Rapido

Turn a young nigga up, baby don't trip its just drugs

Now girl lets bump and I ain't talkin bout the dance

I'm talkin bout gettin fucked up

[Hook & Hook]

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]

It's Kid Ink baby

And I'm right on time

B-ball out like I stepped on the line

I should get a ticket bitches tell me I'm fine

All Star team, me and my nigga Ty

I said it smell like money, nose like Pippen

So high I could dunk on Blake Griffin

Rose honey I don't care what you sipping

Stacks so thick, Shaq couldn't grip it (egh)

Go in, and I got enough for all of your friends

Back to the crib, do it all again

Feeling so fly I'm way above the rim

And I see that you want it

But your man in the way like a goalie

We ain't getting no sleep till the morning

Take flight, warning, cause baby it's going, going

[Hook]