Got It All (feat. Dom Kennedy) (Feat. Dom Kennedy)

One look at you And my heart knew You were the one for me [Chorus: Blxst] Not the type of nigga to brag, my lady got it all Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off (Sheesh) Plus she bad and bougie to top it off Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off Not the type of nigga to brag, lil' baby got it all, yeah Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey (On God) Only right I chop it, the top is off So tell whoever trippin' [Verse 1: Blxst] You the type that make me boss up I've been coolin' but you movin' with some hot stuff I just blow it, it don't matter what it cost us Baby bring it to the table like a potluck, yeah And they be tellin' me it's not love But they don't know who they speakin' on, it's not us (Yeah) You can't tell me what you got is not drugs 'Cause I'm addicted, can you come and let me cope up? Yeah And girl you got me locked up, they won't let me out (Nah) Dealin' with these bitches, they just stress me out (Yeah) You the one I want to come and bless me now, uh Right now like, right now like [Chorus: Blxst & Dom Kennedy] Not the type of nigga to brag, my lady got it all Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off (Sheesh) Plus she bad and bougie to top it off Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off Not the type of nigga to brag, lil' baby got it all, yeah Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey (On God) Only right I chop it, the top is off So tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off (Yeah, ayy) [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Don't talk just pay attention (Yeah) Even good girls gotta pay commission (Sheesh) Word on the street is that you got it all I wanna press every button 'til you turn bad Joint in my mouth for the look baby (Yeah) I'm the type you read about in the newspaper I'm the type to take you out, in the new Mercedes (In the new Mercedes) Windows down, music loud, I was born to make it (Uh) I slide right in, if her sheets is satin Talk still cheap, I'm about those actions Real satisfaction, true thug passion She look good in high heels, open toes, Air Maxes I'm out [Chorus: Blxst & Dom Kennedy] Not the type of nigga to brag, my lady got it all (Yeah) Ayy, yeah she poppin' but never poppin' off (Sheesh) Plus she bad and bougie to top it off Tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off Not the type of nigga to brag, lil' baby got it all, yeah Am I wrong to just want to show you off? Hey (On God) Only right I chop it, the top is off So tell whoever trippin' they can knock it off [Outro: Dom Kennedy] Oh, yeah Uh Haha, yeah Got it all She got it all That nigga Blxst Dom Kennedy Still gettin' fly