All I Want (feat. Yawnee Gunna)
That's all I want
I wanna new crib, a new whip so I can get away from the feds
They say young little T did it but nigga I'll do it again
I'll pour up the sprite and I mix it around 'till it turn into red, aye, oh
(A-Ayo T, do yo magic)
Thats all I want (That's all I want)
I wanna new crib a new whip so I can get 'way from the feds ('Way from the feds)
They say young little T did it but nigga I'll do it again (Do it again)
I'll pour up the sprite and I mix it around 'till it turn into red (Turn into red)
I'm countin' my cash and I'm makin' sure all of my family is fed (Family is fed)
If you don't listen then nigga you dumpster
Nigga been doin' it since a lil' youngsta'
Fly back to AZ to get it for summer
I'm passin' them bitches they handin' out numbers
Why they so salty that I'm makin' hunnids?
Bitch I'm the hottest in town bein' honest
See'in' my come up you tryna hop on it
All of you pussy and tryin' to hate
But I eat good with lobster on my plate
Go to the lobby I'm comin' in late
You just want see me 'cause I'm gettin' paid
'Round of applause 'cause I'm making' numbers
They wanna get it but I got my drummers
Tryna compete, go to no jumper
You say I'm the shit but I ain't no plumber
Yeah that bitch bad but she fuckin' on panini
Nigga don't worry 'bout him come to me, me
But I don't need no bitch from the trap (Trap)
Nigga you whack and you smokin on the seaweed (Seaweed)
Bitch you keep dissin' and you know your shit is whack (Whack)
And you know damn well you wanna be me
And I grew up in the "G" they wanna hate
I'm a small town boy makin' green, green
Thats all I want (That's all I want)
I wanna new crib a new whip so I can get 'way from the feds ('Way from the feds)
They say young little T did it but nigga I'll do it again (Do it again)
I'll pour up the sprite and I mix it around 'till it turn into red (Turn into red)
I'm countin' my cash and I'm makin' sure all of my family is fed (Family is fed)
(Brrra)
Shooting' my shit from the hip
Take me to court and I'm pleadin' the fifth
Yeah, gold gettin' laced in my couch
Feature cost a big amount
Yawnee blew up like a clout
Give me the treasure I'm buyin' a mountain yeah, yeah
A-A-And I drop to my knees and I pray
The devil been waitin' for me like a patient, I paid
The doctor fly like helicopter, so give me the poison so I can get out of my head
Stand up for me while I'm grindin', I'm grindin'
I'm posted with killas they watchin' my back
Collapsin' the bank like a heart I'll attack
In the basement yeah this blunt in rotation, I twist it, roll it, grind for things that I want
Uh, strollin' with drip like I'm walkin' the dog
Jumpin' in jordans, I'm hopin' in sauce
Competing with me fine with takin' a loss
Stabbed in my back and it came out the front
Uh, yuh
14 years old I got caught with a gun
Fuckin' with me and I'm makin' you run
I-I-I want the cars and the clothes yeah
Fendi and Prada like nobody knows
Feel free from addiction, I'll fuck up prescriptions, I'll fuck up a bag if it's pullin' up
Additions, no lines and no sniffin'
I'll pack up a bag if it's vintage, it's cool it's not new enough
I'm free'd up got bud in the freezer, they raiding my pad and they ain't findin' shit, yeah
Yawnee as cold as the clique, yeah
Fuck it ill grind 'till I'm rich, yeah
Shootin' my shit from my hip, take me to court and I'm pleadin' the fifth, yeah
G-Gold gettin' laced in my couch, yeah
Feature cost a big amount, yeah
Yawnee blew up like a clout
Gimme the treasure I'm buyin' a mountain bitch
Thats all I want
I wanna new crib a new whip so I can get 'way from the feds ('Way from the feds)
They say young little T did it but nigga I'll do it again (Do it again)
I'll pour up the sprite and I mix it around 'till it turn into red (Turn into red)
I'm countin' my cash and I'm makin' sure all of my family is fed
I wanna new crib, a new whip so I can get away from the feds
They say young little T did it but nigga I'll do it again
I'll pour up the sprite and I mix it around 'till it turn into red, aye, oh
(A-Ayo T, do yo magic)
Thats all I want (That's all I want)
I wanna new crib a new whip so I can get 'way from the feds ('Way from the feds)
They say young little T did it but nigga I'll do it again (Do it again)
I'll pour up the sprite and I mix it around 'till it turn into red (Turn into red)
I'm countin' my cash and I'm makin' sure all of my family is fed (Family is fed)
If you don't listen then nigga you dumpster
Nigga been doin' it since a lil' youngsta'
Fly back to AZ to get it for summer
I'm passin' them bitches they handin' out numbers
Why they so salty that I'm makin' hunnids?
Bitch I'm the hottest in town bein' honest
See'in' my come up you tryna hop on it
All of you pussy and tryin' to hate
But I eat good with lobster on my plate
Go to the lobby I'm comin' in late
You just want see me 'cause I'm gettin' paid
'Round of applause 'cause I'm making' numbers
They wanna get it but I got my drummers
Tryna compete, go to no jumper
You say I'm the shit but I ain't no plumber
Yeah that bitch bad but she fuckin' on panini
Nigga don't worry 'bout him come to me, me
But I don't need no bitch from the trap (Trap)
Nigga you whack and you smokin on the seaweed (Seaweed)
Bitch you keep dissin' and you know your shit is whack (Whack)
And you know damn well you wanna be me
And I grew up in the "G" they wanna hate
I'm a small town boy makin' green, green
Thats all I want (That's all I want)
I wanna new crib a new whip so I can get 'way from the feds ('Way from the feds)
They say young little T did it but nigga I'll do it again (Do it again)
I'll pour up the sprite and I mix it around 'till it turn into red (Turn into red)
I'm countin' my cash and I'm makin' sure all of my family is fed (Family is fed)
(Brrra)
Shooting' my shit from the hip
Take me to court and I'm pleadin' the fifth
Yeah, gold gettin' laced in my couch
Feature cost a big amount
Yawnee blew up like a clout
Give me the treasure I'm buyin' a mountain yeah, yeah
A-A-And I drop to my knees and I pray
The devil been waitin' for me like a patient, I paid
The doctor fly like helicopter, so give me the poison so I can get out of my head
Stand up for me while I'm grindin', I'm grindin'
I'm posted with killas they watchin' my back
Collapsin' the bank like a heart I'll attack
In the basement yeah this blunt in rotation, I twist it, roll it, grind for things that I want
Uh, strollin' with drip like I'm walkin' the dog
Jumpin' in jordans, I'm hopin' in sauce
Competing with me fine with takin' a loss
Stabbed in my back and it came out the front
Uh, yuh
14 years old I got caught with a gun
Fuckin' with me and I'm makin' you run
I-I-I want the cars and the clothes yeah
Fendi and Prada like nobody knows
Feel free from addiction, I'll fuck up prescriptions, I'll fuck up a bag if it's pullin' up
Additions, no lines and no sniffin'
I'll pack up a bag if it's vintage, it's cool it's not new enough
I'm free'd up got bud in the freezer, they raiding my pad and they ain't findin' shit, yeah
Yawnee as cold as the clique, yeah
Fuck it ill grind 'till I'm rich, yeah
Shootin' my shit from my hip, take me to court and I'm pleadin' the fifth, yeah
G-Gold gettin' laced in my couch, yeah
Feature cost a big amount, yeah
Yawnee blew up like a clout
Gimme the treasure I'm buyin' a mountain bitch
Thats all I want
I wanna new crib a new whip so I can get 'way from the feds ('Way from the feds)
They say young little T did it but nigga I'll do it again (Do it again)
I'll pour up the sprite and I mix it around 'till it turn into red (Turn into red)
I'm countin' my cash and I'm makin' sure all of my family is fed
Credits
Writer(s): T. Z.
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