"All 4 Me" lyrics

"All 4 Me"

Ha, you know, life is funny when you look at it (DB!)
Everybody wants love, but everybody's afraid of love (You are everything, you are everything)

Just had a talk with my agent, say, "Love what you make it, it ain't what it seem to be"
Nowadays they be fakin' it, ain't really love, find out what it mean to me
Gotta find out what I mean to you, wishin' I can read your mind (Mind)
Since I got home, baby, I been feindin' for you, you just got done with the line
And honestly, hope I ain't wastin' my time, I just want you to be mine
Or do you just wanna be mine for the fun? And shit, I'ma lace you in diamonds
But time is tickin', I wanna grow old with somebody who ain't really here for the shine
You knowin' I want you, you don't gotta ask, just put on your glasses and read through the lines
Wrote a love letter, sent it through the mail, I put a stamp on it
Woulda called, but no money on the phone and I was so damn lonely (Bro, get the fuck out of my store, nigga)
I was so damn lonely
Fast-forward, now I'm ballin' on you with another nigga puttin' his hands on you
Scared of love, I admit it, ask for it, then I ran from it
She fucked everybody in the city, she'll never get her hands on me
Why you comin' at me with your hands open? Think you 'bout to get some bands from me
Baby tryna ruin my plans, hope you not somewhere I don't understand though (Uh, uh, uh)

Is it all for me?
Hold your legs back, baby, talk to me
Anything wrong, you can call on
But I ain't got nobody I can call on
Is it all for me? (All for me)
Hold your legs back, baby, talk to me (Talk to me)
Anything wrong, you can call on (You can call on)
But I ain't got nobody I can call on (That I can call on, that I can call on)

Me, if I'm in the grid, I'm payin' for everything
I'm thinkin' marriage, I'm thinkin' kids, I'm thinkin' if she stay at home wife, then it's—
Yeah, but that's what he was on, he was talkin' 'bout like your actual wife (Wife)
Like you know, mental shit (Real talk, I know)
I know, yeah, all right, let me see it
This is a actual wife, but at the same time, though, if I pass away, you know, my kids gon' be fucked up
My wife ain't got shit goin' on, start a business or somethin'
Then when you start, when you start that business right there
Put that shit in a trust fund or somethin'
His whole thing was you supposed to train her and she's supposed to be your helpmate
So like you said, you start a business and you show her how to run the business type shit
Hell yeah, that type of shit, yeah, I, I, um, I feel that, I feel that

Oh, but is it all for me?
Put your legs back, baby, talk to me
If you got a problem, you can call on
But I ain't got nobody I can call on, can call on
Is it all for me? (All for me)
Put your legs back, baby, talk to me (Talk to me)
If you got a problem, you can call on (You can call on)
But I ain't got nobody I can call on, can call on, call on (That I can call on, that I can call on)


album: "Diary Of A Crashout" (2025)
OMB Peezy - Diary Of A Crashout album cover
Ask For
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Lonely Loner
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Shawn's Diary
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Talk To God
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
A Broken Mom's Diary
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Take Me W Ya
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
All 4 Me
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Brenda's Diary
(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
You May Also Like
Yungeen Ace - "Love Not For Me" (AirWay got the fuckin' sauce) (Alex Made This Beat) Why you do me like that? (Fuck) Hurt me bad, you went and got your get-back (Goddamn) Oh, baby, that wasn't called for (Baby, that wasn't called...
VonOff1700 & King Von - "Legends" (Banger) (The Melody) (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) From where the streets make legends (Uh-huh) They done pushed him off the porch, lil' nigga wasn't ready (He wasn't ready) You better hold...
King Von - "I Am What I Am" Bow {What? What?} (Fivi, let's do it) Von (Heavy on it) What? Von (Chopsquad), Fivi Let's go I am what I am, what I'm not, see, I'd never be (Nah) Niggas woofin' up until we meet {Bow} Catch him...
Sexyy Red - "Hoochie Coochie" Hoochie coochie, hoochie coochie Hoochie coochie, hoochie coochie Hoochie coochie, hoochie coochie (The hood's hottest motherfucking princess, bitch) You know this voice, bitch Fuck them lame...
Dee Watkins - "Trust You" Yeah, uh Why the good die young I just don't understand I seen niggas sell they soul for a hundred bands I showed you that I really loved you and you let me down You the reason why its hard for me...