"WE NEED ALL DA VIBES" lyrics
"WE NEED ALL DA VIBES"
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, see the way we pop it
They tryna see the way we pop it
Yeah, yeah
They doin' anything just to get inside this room, tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad bitches, wanna make sure that they vibing
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop it and they say she saucing
We made a couple mil', then we spent it, I'm just 'flaging
I make sure that she vibing
I make sure that they vibing (Woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, I put my bitch in somethin' fleek (Vibing) just to cross the street
Let one these niggas play with her (Yeah), I'm goin' belt-to-cheek
Chopped off her waist, new physique (Yeah), look like she don't eat
Cashed out Bentley for my bae (Yeah), ain't no need to lease
This ain't no G-Shock, baby (No), this Philippe (Ooh, yeah)
Heard they talkin' out they neck, feelin' froggy, go and leap (Yeah, oh, yeah)
I done made too many M's to stop this flexin', woah, woah
I can't choose which one I wanna fuck, just bring the ball out (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, all that attitude, that bubblegum be poppin' (Oh, yeah)
Like we handcuffed, shorty know we locked in ('Scotti, woah)
She get everything she want, she know I'm splurging (Yeah)
I don't worry what she doing 'cause she saucing
They doin' anything just to get inside this room, tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad bitches, wanna make sure that they vibing
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop it and they say she saucing
We made a couple mil', then we spent it, I'm just 'flaging
I make sure that she vibing
I make sure that they vibing
I don't wanna know, I'm too rich to know
Half a million in my ears, I can't listen, no
Green diamonds, now your wrist all piss and all
And I'm ballin' on these pussy niggas, chemo
I got richer now, she can't listen now
Fuck the pussy now, uh, got her screamin' loud
Call me James Harden, thirteen girls
Millions on medallions, all big pearls
Hair long and straight, but got big curls
This ain't a race, I sprint to her
Drown outer space, least out this world
Lower-class girl really make a nigga hurl
Make sure she get what she want
How I see your ass from the front? (Ah)
How I see your ass from the front? (Yeah)
She get tied in, suck me up like limón (Yeah)
My bitch a waterslide, slide water by, she vibing (Yeah)
You hit my phone, you better send me a lil' vibe (Yeah)
You hurt my feelings, I'm gon' see none alive ('Scotti)
That bitch an animal, that— uh, uh, uh
That pussy, ooh, ooh, all up in my place, yeah
Yeah, brown seats like it's Black History Month
Both my daughters and my sons want for nothin'
They doin' anything just to get inside this room, tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad bitches, wanna make sure that they vibing
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop it and they say she saucing
We made a couple mil', then we spent it, I'm just 'flaging
I make sure that she vibing
I make sure that they vibing
Writer(s): Jeffrey Williams, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Jordan Carter, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Wesley Glass
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