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All Eyes on Me (explicit version)

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I know she wants to move it That girl can't help herself I know she wants to move it That girl can't help herself I know she wants to move it That girl can't help herself I know she wants to move it That girl can't help herself I keeps that dirty money I'm talkin' fast cash I'm talkin' razor shavin' I'm talkin' duffel bags I'm talkin' you can count it, papi, it's all there I'm talkin' cookin' up that Slumdog Millionaire I like them fast girls who like them fast cars Who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow I know them YSL platforms ain't comin' cheap And plus I like to show I gets it from the streets I didn't dress like I belong on TV Said if the rest don't know, then who do they be? Hate now, all eyes on me Hate now, slip the life of me This life, all stuck to me Hate now, all eyes on me I see your name in lights Your face on the big screen Let's cruise, drop the top You deserve to be seen Rockin' them Prada goggles You're my next top model Your style like Jackie O Now just sit back and let 'em marvel I know you see this paper I bet you count my cash Countless trips to Saks With Hermès courts or Birkin bags New gold on ice is served Let that quench your thirst Damn right them bitches hate 'Cause they just mad you had it first I didn't dress like I belong on TV Said if the rest don't know, then who do they be? Hate now, all eyes on me Hate now, slip the life of me This life, all stuck to me Hate now, all eyes on me Jockin' my swag I pop tags, you be borrowin' Them drinks in hand Y'all thirsty, we be swallowin' No matter where I go Them haters be followin' me So hate now I know what girls like Know what you lookin' for Them Tyson's fittin' right You hike them up some more You pull that hair back Shook that ass out for them boys to see You damn near broke your heel from posin' Tryna catch a G Gucci, Fendi, Louis Your man don't do that, do he? Now take the stage, the floor is yours Come on, let's make a movie Work that camera, mama Rip that runway, baby Now pop your collar See them dollar signs is why they hate me I didn't dress like I belong on TV Said if the rest don't know, then who do they be? Hate now, all eyes on me Hate now, slip the life of me This life, all stuck to me Hate now, all eyes on me She move that She move that Yes sir She move that Yes sir