All Of Them (Demo 2) lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Rich The Kid]
All of them
I f*ck with all of them
f*ck with all of them
I f*ck with all of them
Said like I, uh, said I like all of them
I like all of them (Yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Rich The Kid]
Yeah, I like all of them, uh
I f*ck all of them (Huh?)
I f*ck all of them (Huh?)
I f*ck all of them
Ooh, said I like uh, ayy (What?), I like all of them (Yeah)
Since I like all of them, ooh, I might f*ck all of them (Yuh)
Might f*ck all of them (Huh?)
Might f*ck all of them (What?)
Since I like all of them (Yeah), I might f*ck all of them (Yeah)
Might f*ck all of them (Yeah)
Might f*ck all of them, yuh (Yeah)
Yeah, since I like all of them, uh, might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them, ooh
Sincе I like all of them, uh, I might f*ck all of them
I f*ck, uh, I f*ck with all of thеm (Yuh, yuh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
I might f*ck her in my coupe (Yeah)
Pullin' up minus the roof
I'm f*ckin' all of them money as tall as the Gucci's
I'm walkin' with Benjamins
I walk in with tons of the cash
All of these b*tches they laugh
They peepin' yo' swag
You get it from dad
I'm poppin' them tags
I'm poppin' them tags
They copy the wave I'm the father (Father)
These b*tches they f*ckin' regardless (What?)
Upload that hoe on the Snapchat (Snapchat)
f*ck her one time get no call back (Yah)
I put yo' hoe on a jetpack (Jetpack)
I put yo' hoe on a jetpack
I keep this sh*t in a book bag
Brought that, I see ya' hoe and she ain't all that
And I'm all that
I want the bimmer and all that
I want the xannies and all that
[Chorus: Playboi Carti, Rich The Kid & Skippa Da Flippa]
All of them
I might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Since I like all of them, Might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might f*ck all of them
I fuh—, I f*ck with all of them (Flippa)

[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa, Playboi Carti & Rich The Kid]
20 b*tches in the mansion
Rich forever, diamonds dancing
Baby want to f*ck the team, we smashing that b*tch, we ain't doing no romantic
I f*cked that b*tch in the phantom
Ooh, yeah, ayy, romantic, ayy
Then I go dirty the Fanta, ooh
I spent a check on my sandals, ooh
Carti back, Molly the party pack (Huh?)
Flexin' around with a lot of racks (What?)
They bad so I'm f*ckin' on all of them (What?)
The plug no need for callin' him
I got a check, bought a private jet
Pink [?] a pus*y wet
Fifty in a sofa, dropped it in a soda
[?] a Rover
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Ooh, I might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Since I like all of them, might f*ck all of them
Might f*ck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might f*ck all of them
I fu—, I f*ck with all of them