I Want It All
And I want it all, fuck around buy a Porche
And I want it all, stack up my money, fuck around and make more
And I wanna ball, I don't wanna worry bout anything
If you need me I'm one call away one fall away bump all the way you could hit my line Any day
The way I be livin' you mad that I'm winnin'
You just been makin' them stupid decisions
Got you all in and out of positions
Shut the fuck up I'm tired you bitchin'
I just came up acquired the vision
Ya dig
Stackin' this money lets get to the paper
Stackin' my cheese I need me a grater
Ain't blocking my way don't see me no haters
I want a bad bitch that be twerkin'
Fuck around buy her a Berkin
Dog I'm just tired of working
I'mma just pull back the curtains
I just hit ninety i'm swervin'
Just got me a bottle of bourbon
And I want it all, fuck around buy a Porche
And I want it all, stack up my money, fuck around and make more
And I wanna ball, I don't wanna worry bout anything
If you need me I'm one call away one fall away bump all the way you could hit my line Any day
Any day
I want, Spendin' my racks
Spendin' my racks on dumb shit
Spendin' my racks on fun shit
You don't do shit I run shit
Ever since I was young and so reckless I kept this shit right on my chest like my Necklace
And I hold that shit precious
Ever since I was young and so reckless I kept this shit right on my chest like my Necklace
And I hold that shit precious
And I hold that shit precious
I'mma fuck a dime plus three
Prolly gon' die in my sleep
I don't got time this week bitch, barely got time to sleep, fuck
They told me that talk is cheap
I don't wanna prey on the weak
I'm lifting them off of they feet
Put this shit all in repeat
It's all a part of the process, and this one could be hard to digest
But you gotta swallow your pride
Put the bullshit to the side yeah
Success is a state of the mind
Perfecting this shit over time
She dropped to her knees and pulled down my draws
You fuckin' with me then you fuck with a boss
You know that I'm drippin' you know I got sauce
I asker her, what she wanted, and she said
And I want it all, fuck around buy a Porche
And I want it all, stack up my money, fuck around and make more
And I wanna ball, I don't wanna worry bout anything
If you need me I'm one call away one fall away bump all the way you could hit my line Any day
And I want it all, stack up my money, fuck around and make more
And I wanna ball, I don't wanna worry bout anything
If you need me I'm one call away one fall away bump all the way you could hit my line Any day
The way I be livin' you mad that I'm winnin'
You just been makin' them stupid decisions
Got you all in and out of positions
Shut the fuck up I'm tired you bitchin'
I just came up acquired the vision
Ya dig
Stackin' this money lets get to the paper
Stackin' my cheese I need me a grater
Ain't blocking my way don't see me no haters
I want a bad bitch that be twerkin'
Fuck around buy her a Berkin
Dog I'm just tired of working
I'mma just pull back the curtains
I just hit ninety i'm swervin'
Just got me a bottle of bourbon
And I want it all, fuck around buy a Porche
And I want it all, stack up my money, fuck around and make more
And I wanna ball, I don't wanna worry bout anything
If you need me I'm one call away one fall away bump all the way you could hit my line Any day
Any day
I want, Spendin' my racks
Spendin' my racks on dumb shit
Spendin' my racks on fun shit
You don't do shit I run shit
Ever since I was young and so reckless I kept this shit right on my chest like my Necklace
And I hold that shit precious
Ever since I was young and so reckless I kept this shit right on my chest like my Necklace
And I hold that shit precious
And I hold that shit precious
I'mma fuck a dime plus three
Prolly gon' die in my sleep
I don't got time this week bitch, barely got time to sleep, fuck
They told me that talk is cheap
I don't wanna prey on the weak
I'm lifting them off of they feet
Put this shit all in repeat
It's all a part of the process, and this one could be hard to digest
But you gotta swallow your pride
Put the bullshit to the side yeah
Success is a state of the mind
Perfecting this shit over time
She dropped to her knees and pulled down my draws
You fuckin' with me then you fuck with a boss
You know that I'm drippin' you know I got sauce
I asker her, what she wanted, and she said
And I want it all, fuck around buy a Porche
And I want it all, stack up my money, fuck around and make more
And I wanna ball, I don't wanna worry bout anything
If you need me I'm one call away one fall away bump all the way you could hit my line Any day
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Writer(s): Zach Bateman
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