Trey Songz - All I Had lyrics
[Trey Songz - All I Had lyrics]
Told you when I started all
I had was a dollar
Tryna put the cheese with the bread
Red lobster i been getting money since you
Niggas was a toddler
Feeling crazy cause I mix the
Brown with the cha cha
I feel like it's baseball every
Time I want her hit a home run and she
Know that I'mma dodge her
Shout out all my dogs, all my day 1 partners
Can't go on the road cause they
Kill us and they rob us
She say that I'm OG, but she's just a groupie
Don't know nothing bout to
Add edemame with sriracha
Girl I'm 'bout to OD cause
That pussy so clean
Tongue it how you want it
I'mma make that pussy slobber
Got it like a dope fiend
Feeling like the old me
Make my meat cream like the
Noodles and the pasta
Yeah you know they chose me
And I brought the homies
Coach right behind me like my name Shaka
Turn into a OG, smoking on the same thing
Shout to Mike Ang, pussy
Money never change me
Nigga you don't know me
You don't know a damn thing
Bullet BG, known to bullet like the hamstring
20
20 vision, still Virginia nigga, can't see
How I made it this far
Fucking with the melodies
And the way I'm living man
Swear a nigga can't see
How I snap a stripper in
The world with no enemies
Gang get to change yeah
Still I see the tendencies
Strange how your friends turn
Right into the enemy
Ask them what they doing
You gon' hear a lot of finna be's
Meanwhile, I be outchea working like
There's 10 of me
Gone off the assets, better for the sex sex
Plus they say I'm angry when
I be off that Hennessy
Say it with your chest, chest
Niggas love to flex, flex
I could give a fuck if
It ain't about a check, check
Then I gotta get me the next check
Baby said I gotta be the best sex
D's on a bitch, got a fresh set
Squeeze on a bitch, made a mess, mess
I got the top so I know
That's what she wanting from me
I dropped the top cause you
Know it's California sunny
There's nothing to it
I be stunting through it
They fronting through it, they washed up
I private ship, ride this big dick
And I pussy fuck around, chalked up
They got money, they got cars
But they not boss cause they not us
I had a niggas give my last to me
They still fuck around and got cut
Who says something? Who took something?
Who stole something? Who got us?
No nigga, you done heard wrong
This the wrong tunes to the wrong song
I don't know what's really going on
I don't really give a fuck about it
Shit them songs really been going on
Niggas would have hit me up about it
Told you when I started all
I had was a dollar
Told you when I started all
I had was a dollar
I had was a dollar
Tryna put the cheese with the bread
Red lobster i been getting money since you
Niggas was a toddler
Feeling crazy cause I mix the
Brown with the cha cha
I feel like it's baseball every
Time I want her hit a home run and she
Know that I'mma dodge her
Shout out all my dogs, all my day 1 partners
Can't go on the road cause they
Kill us and they rob us
She say that I'm OG, but she's just a groupie
Don't know nothing bout to
Add edemame with sriracha
Girl I'm 'bout to OD cause
That pussy so clean
Tongue it how you want it
I'mma make that pussy slobber
Got it like a dope fiend
Feeling like the old me
Make my meat cream like the
Noodles and the pasta
Yeah you know they chose me
And I brought the homies
Coach right behind me like my name Shaka
Turn into a OG, smoking on the same thing
Shout to Mike Ang, pussy
Money never change me
Nigga you don't know me
You don't know a damn thing
Bullet BG, known to bullet like the hamstring
20
20 vision, still Virginia nigga, can't see
How I made it this far
Fucking with the melodies
And the way I'm living man
Swear a nigga can't see
How I snap a stripper in
The world with no enemies
Gang get to change yeah
Still I see the tendencies
Strange how your friends turn
Right into the enemy
Ask them what they doing
You gon' hear a lot of finna be's
Meanwhile, I be outchea working like
There's 10 of me
Gone off the assets, better for the sex sex
Plus they say I'm angry when
I be off that Hennessy
Say it with your chest, chest
Niggas love to flex, flex
I could give a fuck if
It ain't about a check, check
Then I gotta get me the next check
Baby said I gotta be the best sex
D's on a bitch, got a fresh set
Squeeze on a bitch, made a mess, mess
I got the top so I know
That's what she wanting from me
I dropped the top cause you
Know it's California sunny
There's nothing to it
I be stunting through it
They fronting through it, they washed up
I private ship, ride this big dick
And I pussy fuck around, chalked up
They got money, they got cars
But they not boss cause they not us
I had a niggas give my last to me
They still fuck around and got cut
Who says something? Who took something?
Who stole something? Who got us?
No nigga, you done heard wrong
This the wrong tunes to the wrong song
I don't know what's really going on
I don't really give a fuck about it
Shit them songs really been going on
Niggas would have hit me up about it
Told you when I started all
I had was a dollar
Told you when I started all
I had was a dollar