W4ntITALL Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I want it all

I want the money, the fame, and the cars

I want to sit real high in my new high rise

While she cooking me dinner

I puff my cigar

My neck big, need a chain to go with it

Couple rings like I run the Olympics

My lips big, give me green

That I've been spendin'

Kinda like my dick, put it in, and she feel it

Oh man, it's the big boy in it

Roll blunts, like my head been spinnin'

Won't sell my soul, but you know I'm going to get it

Riches in the sky, thank God, I got a first class ticket

I'm in the booth, no exhibit

I like my women exquisite in the beach house chilling

We playing bocce or cricket

We all saints that been sinning

Take that face off, bitch

We really in it, no gimmicks

(Ahhhh)

I'm writing notes to the devil himself

I'm on my knees fucking bleeding, asking God for help

I see all the money trees burning up in hell

On a leash held back, trying to scramble

through the ashes of wealth

Greed lust leads to loss of trust

And brothers made a truce see each other in disgust

Blind faith, I let it follow the way

But I'm going to keep an eye open

Because I can see all them snakes

And I'm slamming every door

You can't keep up the pace

I'm choosing money over happiness like any day

(Any fucking day)

I want it all

I want the money, the fame, and the cars

I want to sit real high in my new high rise

While she cooking me dinner

I puff my cigar

My neck big, need a chain to go with it

Couple rings like I run the Olympics

Lips big, give me green that I be spendin'

Kind of like my dick, put it in and she feel it

My mama worried about me

It's going to be OK

I'm going to give you the world with this grief on my face

And I wish I stuck around so the memories stay

I'm in a drug fueled money hunt my heart can't take

And as the sun goes down, then my sanity fades

So when they ask me if I'm good, no, I'm not

I'm paid

I see red in the faces that's blue

My money counter blowing up like my phone at noon

This paper be the downfall of you

The scale seeming off till you see it's a plague

Because the balance bounces back and forth to make you stay

It's fucking cold where I live up in this mountain range

Keeping warm, making moves like I'm flipping the page

I need it

I need it all

I need it

I need it

I scream it

I need it all

I need it

I need it

I scream it

I want it all

I want the money, the fame, and the cars

I want to sit real high

In my new high rise while she cooking me dinner

I puff my cigar

My neck big, need a chain to go with it

Couple rings like I run the Olympics

Lips big give me green I been spending

Kind of like my dick put it in and she