It's All Love - GRM Daily, Ms Banks, Big Tobz

Ay yo, I didn’t even want it, I just spent it for bants

Every time I touch Harrods like I’m tempted to splash

Torn between the two, I want Steff, I want Banks

Which one should I choose?

She got breast, she got back

Don’t front like you ain’t interested in man

Picture perfect, do like with the snaps

Just corner

Always like your ex, getting mad

I came with the bros but I left with your gal

Yeah, I’m cheeky with it

Niggas talk a load of jip but you see me get it

Shorty really from the hood but she fleaky with it

If you see it on the news, you know my G’s did it

Gucci linen

Like my bad and boujie women

That Fashionnova make your booty thicker

Man, 'bout to light it up like that zoot you’re binning

Nigga, this ain’t nothing new, you know I’m used to winning

Just corner

And let me have little word in the corner

Have you ever spent the night with a baller?

We can keep it a secret, Victoria

You know it’s all love

Just corner

Bad gal, didn’t anybody warn ya?

Missing out on the kid, that’s torture

I know you’re feeling my vibe and my aura

You know it’s all love, ay

Let’s get it straight

I know you want me, no debate

But I’m sorry, baby boy, it’s too late

Got pounds by the cake

And still got a lot of bread to make

Me and bum bitches never correlate

Hella food on the plate

On the road, used to shred bare weight

Kinda funny now, everything’s great

Give a F about the hate

Know they ain’t talking 'bout the car

When you hear somebody say i8

Boujie chick, I’m ruley

I’m a vet in this, baby, you can’t school me

Been about it since kings though with coochie

Bust it down, I need diamonds and jewellery

Right now it’s all me

Better mind how you talk when you stepping in

My niggas still chefin up, brothers, no Michelin

Lil nigga, stop meddling

I got my own, I ain’t settling

Just corner

And let me have little word in the corner

Have you ever spent the night with a baller?

We can keep it a secret, Victoria

You know it’s all love

Just corner

Bad gal, didn’t anybody warn ya?

Missing out on the kid, that’s torture

I know you’re feeling my vibe and my aura

You know it’s all love, ay

You ever been in a G5?

Neither have I

But put I’ll put you on the plane to Dubai

Business class or first class flight

And when that jet comes through

Make you twerk in the sky

Twerk in the sky

Typa sauce money can’t buy

Boss bitch, I ain’t even gotta lie

Always look fly

Real talk, I don’t even try

Typa kitty make a hood nigga cry

You know my style

And you ain’t gotta worry 'bout a thing

How you dealing with a boxer and you ain’t got a ring?

What?

Talking like he can’t make your jaw spin

It’s lights out, watch the bell go ding

I ain’t know about styling but it is what it is

You know I’m dripping in sauce, my 'Ye's different to his

You bait on shit

Yo, just corner

And let me have little word in the corner

Have you ever spent the night with a baller?

We can keep it a secret, Victoria

You know it’s all love

Just corner

Bad gal, didn’t anybody warn ya?

Missing out on the kid, that’s torture

I know you’re feeling my vibe and my aura

You know it’s all love, ay