Lyrics All Me - Lyrica Anderson, Chris Brown

All Me

He gon' pull up on me, wine and dine, it’s all me
Put her in some Balmain designer, it’s all me
Know I like it country, babe, you know it’s all me
Hit me when you want it, baby (Want it), call me
You don’t have to worry (Yeah), it’s all me
Yeah, I know you’re worth it (Yeah), it’s all me
You ain’t far from perfect
'Cause what’s yours is mine, baby, oh, it’s all me
Fuck spendin' your money on me
Balmain, Supreme, Louis, Birkin bags, slippers Versace
Drop the top, we Gucci, shinin', girl, look at your rings
100k (Yeah!), I don’t care (Yeah!), fuck the bill, yeah, I’m payin' for it (Hey!
Hey!)
They try to say that chivalry’s dead
Babe, you ain’t gotta wear no make-up for me, yeah
All you gotta do is make love to me, yeah
Don’t want you spending all your money, you ain’t gotta be perfect, yeah
You ain’t never gotta ask, for you I just do it (Yeah)
You’re one of a kind and I ain’t never gonna lose you
When they asking who that is, yeah, it’s all me (All me, yeah)
It’s all me, yeah, it’s all me (Yeah!)
He gon' pull up on me, wine and dine, it’s all me (Yeah!)
Put her in some Balmain designer (Ooh), it’s all me (Oh, oh)
Know I like it country, babe, you know it’s all me (Oh, oh)
Hit me when you want it, baby (Want it), call me (Oh)
You don’t have to worry, it’s all me (You ain’t gotta worry)
Yeah, I know you’re worth it, it’s all me
You ain’t far from perfect
'Cause what’s yours is mine, baby, oh, it’s all me
He gon' pull up on me, wine and dine, it’s all me (Yeah!)
Put her in some Balmain designer (Pull up! Pull up!), it’s all me (All me, yeah)
Know I like it country, babe, you know it’s all me (Yeah!, all me)
Hit me when you want it, baby (Want it), call me (Yeah)
You don’t have to worry, it’s all me (You ain’t gotta worry, all me)
Yeah, I know you’re worth it (Ooh), it’s all me (Worth it, oh)
You ain’t far from perfect (Nah)
'Cause what’s yours is mine, baby, oh, it’s all me
Yeah
Me, me, me, me, me, me
It’s all me
Me, me, me, me, me
All me, oh, it’s all me