All Of Me lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't know what to think, when I think about you
But you okay
You like Dolce
f*ck me for this Dolce
Haha, that's some sh*t
Don't know what to think
G Money, we gettin' money, right?

[Chorus]
Don't know what to think, when I'm thinking 'bout you
But you okay, yeah, uh-huh
Don't know what to think, when I'm thinking 'bout you
But you okay
And you like Dolce
Just f*ck me for this Dolce

[Verse]
Elevate my mind, while
f*cking on a thot, ow
Elevate her spine, then hit her from the back, uh
I'm so high out my mind
That I don't know how to act
But I'ma keep pouring act right
Giving your b*tch some act right, yeah, uh
Then I leave that b*tch in the past, wow
I know that I'm such a cash cow
I get the money then cash out, ooh, ay
I take the Percs 'til I pass out
Your b*tch your memory and past now
I don't remember the past now
They don't want no smoke at all
Percocets, no Adderall
Told your b*tch knock it off
Man, just top me off
Pull up, the top is off
Drop the top on them hoes
Got yo thot she on the block, she givin' top to the bros, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't know what to think, when I think 'bout you
But you okay
You like Dolce
f*ck me for this Dolce
Haha, that's some sh*t
Don't know what to think
Don't know what to think, when I'm thinking 'bout you
G Money, we gettin' money, right?

[Chorus]
Don't know what to think, when I'm thinking 'bout you
But you okay, yeah, uh-huh
Don't know what to think, when I'm thinking 'bout you
But you okay
And you like Dolce
Just f*ck me for this Dolce

[Verse]
I just kissed her, no talk
There’s a blizzard, I want it (yeahhh)
I don’t know what your thinking when we f*ckin (yeahhh)
Get high, live your life don’t rush it
Get high, live your life don’t rush it

[Pre- Chorus]
If you don't ride my wave
Hit my dance girl, damn girl
You know about all that love I spent on you, will I get that back?
Don’t you play with that lil rude boy
You going to get two tapped
[Chorus]
These n*ggas talking racks
I don’t care that’s no sass
Ouhhh like a flower, a greedy girl name Rosa
I thought that she was sure lying, instead it was Cocoa
I’m a thot breaker, you can call me sosa
You think she’s a hoe
Nah nah you don’t know her
I don’t know how to feel, to many drugs and to many pills
I don’t know how to feel, to many drugs and to many pills
f*ck her though, I’m going to throw shade uh
I think about you a lot lil momma uhhh
She my drug, my marijuana
She my ride counting commas

[Verse]
I got shooters on the east side, west side (Awwww)
Hot box on the whip the door slides (Uhh)(Uhh)
Free drop top let the beat ride (Uhhhhhhhhhh)