Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – All Star

Intro:
Dolla Sign
Fuego-go-go-go-go… go
(DJ Mustard speaking)

Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign
I got all this money, about to leave with all these bitches
Tell that bitch she can have all these hundreds
But I wanna see some ass and some titties
Make that shit bounce, turn a young nigga up
Pop one of these and wash it down
How you like me now?
Rosé bottoms up in VIP smoking up a cloud

Hook:
Tell me what the fuck you gonna do
With a young nigga like me
Nigga with so much loot
YT in a Bentley
I know what your bitch gonna do
Soon as she see me
She gon’ drop it low, she gon’ pick it up
She gon’ back it up right here on me

Hook:
I’m a knock it down like I’m hittin’ free throws
And I’m getting money like I’m playing for the pros
She used to the rookies but I’m an all star, all star
Throwing hundreds out the sports car, sports car
All out, ball out, all out, ball out, all out, ball out, woah…
All out, ball out, all out, ball out, all out, ball out, it’s Pushaz iNc baby

Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign
I drunk all this rosé about to get started on this Clicquot

Hook:
Tell me what the fuck you gonna do (what you gon’ do?)
With a young nigga like me
Nigga with so much loot
YT in a Bentley
I know what your bitch gonna do
Soon as she see me
She gon’ drop it low, she gon’ pick it up
She goon’ back it up right here on me, Baby…

Hook:
I’m a knock it down like I’m hittin’ free throws
And I’m getting money like I’m playing for the pros
She used to the rookies but I’m an all star, all star
Throwing hundreds out the sports car, sports car
All out, ball out, all out, ball out, all out, ball out, whoa…
All out, ball out, all out, ball out, all out, ball out, it’s Pushaz iNc baby

Verse 3: Joe Moses
Money, money, money, money
Bitches know the boy fly, I cross my T’s and dots my I’s
I am that ride I am that high, 28’s on it I am that fly
I am that guy, say what you feel
One more chance, shit I always been real
Pooty tang bitch put it all in your grill
Silent T baby kiss the old me
All out, brick squad, Pushaz iNc capo
Foo-snack inside, outside apple
Brick squad Snapple all out…
DDP the bitch, nigga who wanna wrestle?
I’m just getting money give a fuck about your inner source
Bad fuckin’ Beats, name a song I ain’t in the chorus
Take it out your mouth & put it all in your friends
No… me and TY, we all in!

Hook: x2
I’m a knock it down like I’m hittin’ free throws
And I’m getting money like I’m playing for the pros
She used to the rookies but I’m an all star, all star
Throwing hundreds out the sports car, sports car
All out, ball out, all out, ball out, all out, ball out, (whoa)
All out, ball out, all out, ball out, all out ball out, it’s Pushaz iNc baby!