All I Ever Wanted
Yeah
It's ya boy, Clouds
Winning Team in this bitch
810 stand up
Prime, what up doe
What's good
Yeah
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
Stacks of hundreds wrapped in rubber bands
That's all I ever wanted, yeah, yeah
Fuck some fame, fuck some clout
Fuck some love, I'm the plug
I got whatever you need
You know what's up
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
I go outta town for that load
I'm always on the road
I told my girl I'd be home at 12
But I ain't call, I ain't show
I've been chasin that check
When it call I gotta go
Lately I've been going hard as fuck
I've been up 3 days in a row
Run it up, that's all that I know
I get it for the low
I sell it for the high
I can turn a zip into a bow
I can turn these words into a flow
I can turn your girl into a hoe
But my favorite thing in this world to do is just watch my money grow
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
Stacks of hundreds wrapped in rubber bands
That's all I ever wanted, yeah, yeah
Fuck some fame, fuck some clout
Fuck some love, I'm the plug
I got whatever you need
You know what's up
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
I just want some money man
Stack racks on top of racks
Just ate with the plug, he told me it's love
Just wait on the mail, he sendin the pack
Hop on the slab and triple the stash
Found me a route, I never looked back
Get 'em from Michigan, the prices be cheaper
Then post in the south, you know I'm a tax
I see why they mad, I'm gettin this cash
My bitches be bad, I don't like to brag
That d.40 compact, them choppers got stacks
I pray they don't jack, that's how you get splat
Fuck all the fame, fuck all the clout
I'm in the spot, sellin P's out the house
My brother keep glizzy, get shot in your mouth
I'm focused on racks ain't no stoppin us now
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
Stacks of hundreds wrapped in rubber bands
That's all I ever wanted, yeah, yeah
Fuck some fame, fuck some clout
Fuck some love, I'm the plug
I got whatever you need
You know what's up
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
It's ya boy, Clouds
Winning Team in this bitch
810 stand up
Prime, what up doe
What's good
Yeah
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
Stacks of hundreds wrapped in rubber bands
That's all I ever wanted, yeah, yeah
Fuck some fame, fuck some clout
Fuck some love, I'm the plug
I got whatever you need
You know what's up
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
I go outta town for that load
I'm always on the road
I told my girl I'd be home at 12
But I ain't call, I ain't show
I've been chasin that check
When it call I gotta go
Lately I've been going hard as fuck
I've been up 3 days in a row
Run it up, that's all that I know
I get it for the low
I sell it for the high
I can turn a zip into a bow
I can turn these words into a flow
I can turn your girl into a hoe
But my favorite thing in this world to do is just watch my money grow
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
Stacks of hundreds wrapped in rubber bands
That's all I ever wanted, yeah, yeah
Fuck some fame, fuck some clout
Fuck some love, I'm the plug
I got whatever you need
You know what's up
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
I just want some money man
Stack racks on top of racks
Just ate with the plug, he told me it's love
Just wait on the mail, he sendin the pack
Hop on the slab and triple the stash
Found me a route, I never looked back
Get 'em from Michigan, the prices be cheaper
Then post in the south, you know I'm a tax
I see why they mad, I'm gettin this cash
My bitches be bad, I don't like to brag
That d.40 compact, them choppers got stacks
I pray they don't jack, that's how you get splat
Fuck all the fame, fuck all the clout
I'm in the spot, sellin P's out the house
My brother keep glizzy, get shot in your mouth
I'm focused on racks ain't no stoppin us now
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
Stacks of hundreds wrapped in rubber bands
That's all I ever wanted, yeah, yeah
Fuck some fame, fuck some clout
Fuck some love, I'm the plug
I got whatever you need
You know what's up
I just want some money, man
That's all I ever wanted, yeah
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Writer(s): Kevin Gillette
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