360 (US) - Vanity lyrics

[Verse 1: 360] If I want it I'm gon grab it for all the nights I ain't have sh** Pockets was on rabbits, they ain't let us get to those karats Fresh to d**h in this wardrobe ima k** em with these fabrics Splurging out on Saks Fifth it's hard to break these habits I'm a slave to this fashion ashamed to say but I'm ratchet Growing up without a thing and then everything comes rapid First chance you'll flash it, flaunt it, toss it, stack it Make it rain with rainy day stashes My own music blasting while I'm pa**ing you in slow mo Care free like like promo You got that, I must compete; I cop that like Robo Top off like go-go this a blood sport with these blood diamonds They blind you like Bolo My eyes on a mule I'm waiting for my 40 acres I ask for reparations the pa** me a respirator I'm carrying out tradition -- ancestors had on chains too Flexing on you n***as every time I get the chance to [Hook: 360] I want it ALL I want everything in this life Money, cars, clothes and a thick wife You hoping that we end up in them pinstripes Since you ain't believe ima rub it in your face like Look what I got...I want it all Look what I got...I want it all Look what I got...I want it all Cuz I done came from the bottom ain't nobody gave me nothing n***a! [Verse 2: 360] Check me out when that check get in Step out, see the steppers I'm steppin in Fresher than a motherf**ing peppermint 5 star spots you ain't never been I can't wait I need it now tryna walk before I crawl Run up on your b**h a** like - I want it all I want it all I don't want the store I want the mall Vanity you lose your sanity just tryna ball Tap into my savings and go on a little shopping spree Never had much so a little is a lot to me Gas gage approaching E...But I got them J's tho I ain't even pay my rent...But I got them J's tho Stood online for bout a week...But I got them J's tho Maybe later right now I ain't tryna change, ho Polo this and Polo that yeah I'm on my high horse Everybody gon think I'm broke -- yeah I'm on my Shad Moss I was like 21 with a bunch of money Blew it all; looking back it, I was a f**ing dummy...Damn! [Hook] [Verse 3: 360] Thousand dollar garments sweating out my arm pits Don't know why I buy it, my conscience say it's nonsense Can it be the vanity that got me hating my family Or you mad cuz all them hoes that ran from you, ran to me [Bridge: Waka Flocka Flame] I want more money- more cars- more clothes More b**hes- less friends- more foes Stunting on em- how long- Lord knows I'm paid now- And I'mma let it all show I want it ALL [Hook]