Had It All

Oh baby
Nigga I done had it all

Now first off I done seen it all and I can not disguise it
I act like this because I gotta expand the horizon
I get outside the box just like I get outside the hood
But I smoke the shit out some good sitting inside the hood
Man I done posted up at traps just like I posted up them posters
I done sipped Merlot slow like when I pour up in that soda
I done close Bentley doors and I done drove a little Toyota
Niggas froze when I rode down that ogre in that rover
Now I got Prada on the loafers and models on the sofa
Some exotic weed to smoke bottles of vodka we can go
If you got as problem try and cope I got that chopper on the floor
And man I promise if I gotta grab it I'ma let it go
These boys come a dime a dozen I'll just go find another hoe
I done fucked them all before a bitch ain't shit to me little bro
I deserve the best shit just check my history little bro
Through all the hell I seen Heaven gotta be meant for me you know

Man I done had it all
I mean the cars the clothes the money the fame the change the hoes
Man I done had it all
I mean the weed the crank the white the pills the drank the wet
Man I done had it all
I mean the cars the clothes the money the fame the change the hoes
Man I done had it all
I mean the weed the crank the white the pills the drank the wet
Man I done had it all

Imagine this in the club passing the crisp
Flashing the wrist spectacular bliss
All our hoes be bopping on this
Hopping on dick copping a fit
Chill little mama just hop in the six
Smoke a little of that sip a little of this
Now you just add to the hoes on my list
She looking at pimping like I don't exist
Fuck it she know now I'm all on the bitch
Totting that four five i'm some over list
This odor shit should be apart of my fit
Never let lame niggas part of my lick
Me I be solo and smoking that shit
Sitting at the trap and roll over a brick
And smell of cocaine on my polo and shit
Your polo and shit
Yea that's a fact hop in the coupe my crown holder is black
Full of that kush
Sipping yack
Chilling about to move a pay
Now that be like ooo shit how much dough your crew get
Every time I see him
That boy Quint Foxx in that new shit
Hoes say I'm hot I just say I'm on my cool shit
Cool whip
Whip cream must've said that Beamer thing
Now everything's flawless
Money big like Chris Wallace
My paper long balling whatever you call it nigga

Man I done had it all
I mean the cars the clothes the money the fame the change the hoes
Man I done had it all
I mean the weed the crank the white the pills the drank the wet
Man I done had it all
I mean the cars the clothes the money the fame the change the hoes
Man I done had it all
I mean the weed the crank the white the pills the drank the wet
Man I done had it all

Done seen it all, done it all
And I still do it, fresh out of court
But them hoes still can't prove it
Gotta be careful in this game
Cause you'll might lose it
Cause half the people who in it
Don't know the shit they doing
Done broke it down, made it flip
And then it came back
Back on my feet
Now the laws screaming where's it at
Unfortunately
Everything made it down the drain
Back on my ass
It's so fast how you lose your change
I bounced back taking trips
With the A one, bumping Quint Foxx
And a Glock with fifteen shots
I took a pause
Now I'm fast forwarding up the time
See me on a climb
Now these haters trying to take what's mine
Initiated a family to keep the shit rolling
The little soldiers got the Southside name holding
They know the consequences
Dry snitching to a law
I'm not gonna say that I'm involved
But I done had it all

Man I done had it all
I mean the cars the clothes the money the fame the change the hoes
Man I done had it all
I mean the weed the crank the white the pills the drank the wet
Man I done had it all
I mean the cars the clothes the money the fame the change the hoes
Man I done had it all
I mean the weed the crank the white the pills the drank the wet
Man I done had it all



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Writer(s): Cris Jr Munguia
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