On Point

t it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all

Sheesh, all I want is like everything
Yeah, I got a lot but I need better things
I want a crazy chain with hella diamonds in it
All the size of Kim K's wedding ring
I want a tour bus that cost a million bucks
Need a Lamborghini, doors open up
Call my homie Mogul he can pick me up
I need a chick that fucks that got a big ol' butt, sheesh
Honestly I be cool with takin' it easy
Maybe a TV so I can play my homies in FIFA
I need some speakers cause the way that I be spittin' these writtens
They need to listen, pay attention, cause I'm so undefeated
I need some storage in my phone cause my pictures gettin' deleted
I need some jeans with some creases, my money to be increasin'
A bunch of kids so inspired and I am the only reason
And when this video drop I want everybody to see it
Need some gear for my homies too
That's what brodies do, we all livin' large
I need a big garage that I can fit six cars
A chicks as thick as Nicki Minaj that gives massages
A house that looks just like Mister Rogers
A world where nobody tryna pick my pockets
That'd be awesome, I know that I spit the hardest
I want my records on spin cycle like a washer



Credits
Writer(s): Devvon Mcleod, Marsh Bell
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