This is a song about "All about that girl"

Girl, you remember all does times,

Hop in and let me test drive

You can talk all that shit while yo girl give me a blow job

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

But ill never forget, the girl that stole it all

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

That she really only loved talking about all the men she used to bone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Call me immature/ but girl youre all that i need

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Its about time i kill all the songs that people wanna listen