[Pre-Hook: Curtis Williams]
Instead of loading a chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt
But if you looking for problems, my n***a, get what you want
I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front
A couple nines in the back so n***a, move if you want
[Hook]
Cause we want everything, n***a, everything
Everything, n***a, everything
Everything, n***a, everything
Everything, n***a, everything
[Verse 1: Curtis Williams]
Designer, my clothes and my d**
I pull up in skinnies at clubs
Your b**h on my dick, she come to the crib
She pa**ed around, no love
My n***as, they skating and dealing
She saying the money appealing
Ain't worry about what a f** n***a gon say
All the real n***as say they gonna feel it
Said I got crosses all on my denim
Bands stuffed up in them
My bank card and my face card
Hold the same weight I'm chilling
Smoking weed when I'm rolling weed
And I'm drinking, too
Not one gram of my new dutch, ho, I need two
Just a bunch of young n***as getting paid
She gonna smoke but she never get saved
Drop a song but they never get played
Blunt full of kush, my closet got BAPE
Drop a tab and I'm straight
These other n***as too late
Said my n***as got now, this other n***as gotta wait
[Pre-Hook]
Instead of loading a chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt
But if you looking for problems, my n***a, get what you want
I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front
A couple nines in the back so n***a, move if you want
[Hook]
Cause we want everything, n***a, everything
Everything, n***a, everything
Everything, n***a, everything
Everything, n***a, everything
[Verse 2: Jace]
Run up in the crib like runnin
Give us all the d** and the money
Give us all the ones and the hundreds
Smile when we done like it's funny
Blacked out n***a, he ain't even see it coming
Caught him in the back, wait, no n***a, no running
From the East Side, my n***a, this nothing
Al Horford, Kyle Korver
Hit him with the Hawk then it's all over
Going through the freezer and I'm runnin through the mattress
f** the bullsh**, n***a, tell me where you stashing
Last name Bronson, all about action
38 golden, let a n***a flash it
Uncle Sam grams, n***a still taxing
Chopper gon sing like a Braxton
Camera on the set but it's still no acting
Caught up in the money and we still gonna trap it, n***a
Now it's Alexander Wang and your b**h on my wang
I f**ed her in the rain, she almost broke my chain
Murakami on the plane, what the f** you saying?
We don't want a little, we want everything
[Pre-Hook]
Instead of loading a chopper I'd rather roll me a blunt
But if you looking for problems, my n***a, get what you want
I'm at your house and I'm black, couple nines in the front
A couple nines in the back so n***a, move if you want
[Hook]
Cause we want everything, n***a, everything
Everything, n***a, everything
Everything, n***a, everything
Everything, n***a, everything