Two-9 - Everything lyrics

[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